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lets-get-kraken-boys · 1 year

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For the yandere class 1a I would not last a bit. Like I would just start bawling my eyes out. How do you think the class would react?

(I love your writing please take care of yourself)

Oh no because SAME. I am the biggest crybaby. I feel you, boo.

However, considering the class, there's lots of ways they'd react!

Also, I wrote an imagine for Class 3-A's Big Three because I'm extra like that and HO MAH GOD, they really stole the show on this one. I AM SO SORRY I DIDN'T FOLLOW YOUR ORIGINAL IDEA! But I still hope you all like it~

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Characters Featured → Izuku (Deku), Shoto, Bakugo, The Big Three {Mirio, Tamaki, and Nejire}, and some of the members of Class 1-A

Length -> 3.1K Words

(Plz forgive me. I splurged and gave all my love to the three main boys. I left the other class members in the dust. I just have a lot of creativity coming out for them right now! If there is a specific character you'd like, please send me another request!)

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Deku is THE crybaby of the My Hero Academia universe, so I feel like you two would just cry a puddle together. In all honesty, while it hurts to see you filled with sorrow, he's thrilled that you feel close enough to them that you'd show enough vulnerability to cry! Even if your tears aren't about whether or not you trust the class or feel it is "safe" to cry, it doesn't matter to him. He'll cradle your head into the crook of his neck, rub your back, and hush your sobs with soft sighs. Deku loves having you close, he views it as a "bonding experience", so feel free to cry all you want! He's not leaving your side any time soon, so the two of you can cry together for as long as you'd like!

This is going to sound a little strange, but this vibe fits my image of SPECIFICALLY Yandere Izuku (or, at least, in my image of him)! You know Gyutaro from Demon Slayer? And you know how he acts when he is comforting Daki? That is kind of how I am envisioning him coddling you. Slightly teasing, but it comes mostly from a place of love and concern. The sadness in his voice (whether it is faked to amp up his teasing or not, in Gyutaro's case) adds to the image I have of Deku crying alongside you. Izuku is totally one of those people who is like, "Don't cry, because if you cry, then I'LL cry *proceeds to cry*."

"Aww, no, it's okay!" Izuku sits down next to you as you are crumpled on the ground, exhausted and upset. He loops his strong arms around your shoulders and holds on tight. He feels tears well up in his own eyes, but he can't seem to shake the giddy joy bubbling in his stomach from being close to his one and only. He sniffles, but a wide smile stretches up his cheeks, "It's alright, dear. Let it out. I'll sit with you as long as you need~!"

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Shoto has always been stoic because of the harsh environment he grew up in where any emotion shown is an exploitative weakness (thanks, Endeavor), so he's going to freeze up when he sees tears bubbling down your cheeks. Even as a Yandere, emotions are hard for him to wrap his head around. He can barely understand the soul-crushing feelings he has for you! So, even though you are his everything in this world, he will be rather reserved on the comforting aspect of things. Shoto is thankful in these moments that he has the rest of his class, specifically those who are more in-tune with emotional responses like Izuku, Uraraka, and Mina, to rely on.

Though, he will try to help in his own Shoto-way! Would another inconceivably expensive gift help dry your crocodile tears? Don't worry, it's his dad's card that's paying for it all! What would you like? A couple new games for your video game console so you can play together? The finest, richest, and sweetest chocolates in all of Japan? How about an all expense paid trip on the family yacht for the weekend with the whole class included? Anything you want is yours, all you have to do is name it! Though, these gifts do not come freely—he will tax you AT LEAST a two hour cuddle session in your room per each gift. IDK, seems pretty fair to me!

"Here," Shoto clears his throat, a pristine, mint green box with a perfectly constructed golden bow resting on the lid sits in his outstretched hand. You rub your eye with the heel of your palm, sniffling to clear your nose as your eyes bounce back-and-forth between Shoto's unnerving, stoic expression and the small box. On the outside, his face shows indifference, but on the inside, his poor heart is doing a dozen cartwheels after running a ten mile race. The look you're giving him (mind you, is simply a look of pure confusion) is just too cute! Don't you know what you do to him?!?!

"It's your favorite sweets. For you. Don't worry about the money, it isn't a concern." Shoto looks away, a soft dusting of blush coating his cheeks. You almost want to accept it just to get him out of your personal bubble, but you think back on the pile of all his previous expensive gifts that are stacked high in the corner of your dorm, and decide to try to deny it. Before you can utter a shaky rejection, he snatches your wrist and begins dragging you off in the direction of your dorm room, no doubt getting you ready for your practically daily cuddle session.

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Bakugo is a tricky one because it depends on the situation he catches you crying in. On one hand, he doesn't like to see you sad. There's some primal anger (it's different from his typical Bakugo-rage) that gets spun up to 100% in him whenever he sees you racked with sobs and curling in on yourself. The statements sprinting laps in his mind revolve solely around "tell me who hurt you so I know who to murder". Don't think he'll go soft on you because you're the extra who has his heart doing flips. Even if you are hesitant to reveal who mistreated you in fear of their, or your own, safety, Bakugo won't let up. He will poke, prod, threaten, and glare the answer right out of you. Once he has a name, you'd better get out of this rabid dog's way, because he will mow down any obstacle in his path on his way to the enemy. If you enjoyed the company of the person who made your sensitive self sad, you're going to have to find a lovely bouquet for their funeral.

HOWEVER! If HE was the one who made you cry...he is going to tease you about it. FRIENDS, LET ME EXPLAIN let me cook! Since becoming infatuated with you, he has learned to lighten up the bullying nature of his words. He isn't perfect, but he has certainly gotten better with his communication, BUT ONLY FOR YOU r.i.p to Deku's sanity bc he tried for YEARS to get this Pomeranian to change with no success, and you stroll along and make Bakugo clean up his act in SECONDS. That being said, he is, and will probs forever be, a sadist at heart—and he flourishes off of that devilish, delicious satisfaction over being the one responsible for making you have so much of an emotional response to his words that you actually CRY.

You'd be standing there, face tilted towards the ground. You’re attempting to shield the tears leaking down your pudgy cheeks from his judgmental view, but he’d know. It’s like a sixth sense he has—being able to just know when someone is showing their weaknesses to him. Being a brat is in his nature, and he’s the type of person who if you give him an inch, he’ll take the mile. Bakugo would feel an unconscious teasing sneer creep up onto his face at this pleasant view in front of him.

"Haaa???," he'd shove his hands into his pants pockets, lean down to catch your eye sight with his, forcing you to witness the glee he feels at your expense, "You're crying? Already? Ha! What a weakling. It's a wonder you made it this far without us to carry you through your mistakes. You should just give up on the whole independence thing, stop making a fool of yourself." He then confidently struts over to your side, nudging you forward with a gentle shove of his shoulder against yours as a warning to start walking back to the classroom. Katsuki watches with a side eye as even bigger tears gloop down your face, but only now he says nothing. He wishes you could understand where his mean words were coming from.

Trust me, Bakugo does say all of these things with twisted love in hopes that you'll stop being so determined to get away from him them. Bakugo's abrasive and brash, but he's no idiot. He sees how badly you want to get away from them, but he just can't find it inside himself to do the heroic thing and let you go. If this is how you react to the teasing of someone who loves you, then how can you survive in the real world against not-so-caring strangers?! The conclusion he comes to is that you can't. Don’t worry—he doesn’t mind becoming the one to take care of you, even if he is forced to be the big, bad wolf in your eyes.

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YOU DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS, BUT I WANTED TO WRITE ABOUT THE OTHER BIG THREE TOO BECAUSE I LOVE THEM AND I HAVE A SPARK OF CREATIVITY FOR THIS SCENARIO. PLEASE ACCEPT THIS AS MY SUBMISSION FOR CLASS 1-A AND PARDON MY LAZINESS FOR NOT WRITING THE REST OF THE STUDENTS IN THIS IMAGINE!

Our beloved Class 3-A Big Three also happen to have their eyes on you! Trust me when I say if you thought your classmates were overbearing, you're going to face a whole different overprotective beast with these three.

Mirio and Nejire basically share the same brain cell when they are together, so they just pass it on to whoever needs it most in the moment. However, when it comes to a mopey you, it is all hands on deck. They split the brain cell so they can effectively help you! They are all questions all the time, so you will be bombarded with them yelling all of these sentences in a matter of a few seconds:

"Oh no! Oh, my baby! What's wrong, sweetheart gumdrop darling???" - Nejire

"Who do I have to teach a lesson to? Don't give me that, sunshine! You're too nice for your own good! It is our job as heroes to enforce good citizenship, after all." - Mirio

"What can I get you? A warm tea? A blanket? You want a hug? I can do that easy! Hehe!" - Nejire

"Wait, I wanted to hug them first!" - Mirio

"Give it a rest, Mirio! They need comfort right now, not a fight!" - Nejire

Yeah, they're just two kids bickering over their favorite toy. They genuinely want to help you! Honest! It's just hard to not fight over you when you are simply the cutest thing they've ever seen. Nejire is also going to squeal from the cuteness you're exuding. She thinks your puffy, sad eyes and cheeks warm from an embarrassed flush is the most adorable look on you, so she isn't going to be that upset with you being down.

Tamaki is similar to Todoroki in the sense that he has no idea how to comfort emotional people, but instead of finding the courage to say or do something to help you, he is going to be HIGHLY on edge. He'll inch close when you first run up to the three of them in the hall to see what is wrong, as he is concerned why you are crying so much, but if you spare him even ONE glance, he will scamper away and face the wall in apprehension. Idiot! How could he look at you so brazenly?! Is he shameless?!?! He is such a terrible lover friend. Oh, you must hate him now for seeing you in such a vulnerable state. No! He doesn't want that! He...he l-l-loves you! He doesn't want you to go away! Oh no, what if yOU NEVER SPEAK TO HIM AGAIN OH GOD—he basically flies off the handle with worry. He's staring at the wall, shaking, afraid to do anything that may upset his flower any further.

Mirio actually has to be the one to come over and check on the poor shaking leaf of a boy for Tamaki to find the courage to say anything to you. Granted, Tamaki doesn't actually tell you the words he wishes to share with you himself.

Nejire is in the process of chatting your ears off to kingdom come and swinging you around in a tight hug when Mirio jogs back from his brief chat with the statue-esque Amajiki. Mirio shines a gorgeous smile at you as he relays Tamaki's message, "Hi, again, love! Tamaki wants to tell you that he is upset that you are crying, and to please use his handkerchief to clean your face! He insists." Mirio pries off Nejire's vice grip from you, and gently places the neat handkerchief in your palm. It is simple, white cotton with an intricate lace design stitched on the edges. You do notice that there is a dainty lilac flower embroidered with thin string on each of the four corners of the cloth.

You quietly thank Mirio, and send another thank you over Mirio's shoulder to the still shaking Tamaki. Tamaki does acknowledge your thanks with a violently tremoring thumbs up. You wipe the long tear streaks off your face, blow your nose, and take a couple of deep breaths to calm your fragile heart.

"So, what's going on, lovebug? Why all the tears?" Nejire has finally chilled out enough to ask serious questions instead of just fawning over your cuteness.

"It...it's—I don't—ugh...I-I'm s-sorry...," you're hiccupping for air, tripping all over your sentence as you feel the hot tears of embarrassment come back. You grit your teeth as another shuddering sob comes out. You can't believe you're crumbling like this in front of your superiors. Your upper classmates. You should know better than this! You're not a baby anymore! They are practically your teachers! How stupid you must look wailing and moaning like a newborn. You turn to run away, but two pairs of callused, powerful hands grab your shoulders and arms.

"No, baby, it's okay! You don't have to be sorry. Please tell us what's going on." Nejire pulls you close to her again, cupping your head into her shoulder and rubbing your back as encouragement.

"You're okay, (Y/N), no one is going to hurt you. Not while we're here. What's up?" Mirio stood beside you as a comforting hulk of a man that made you feel warm and safe. The fluttery feeling of seeing you with glassy eyes and running to him for safety like he was your hero and true love began wearing off, and the new feeling of wanting to bring immense harm to whoever had the nerve to mess with his sunshine took over. This situation wasn't just you tripping over your own two feet in the hallway in front of your teachers or something simple like that. This must be serious. He needs you to tell him what happened now before he does something irresponsible and with little thought behind his actions.

Even Tamaki perked up to hear what you were going to say. Again, he truly does want to help! He's trying to be brave for you. He didn't peel entirely away from the wall, but he did tilt his head to the side to better hear your tale.

Inhaling a few more deep breaths, you opened up, "It's...my class. They just—they won't leave me alone! Mina and Hagakure always want to play games with me, hug me, poke me, ANYTHING! They never give me space! Momo and Iida won't stop asking me if I want a private study session even though my grades are beyond fine. They even tried to force their way into my room last night to "check up" on me after I didn't want to have dinner with all of them!"

You continued after gently blowing your nose again into Tamaki's handkerchief, "I feel like I'm being watched all the time, even when I'm not around any of them! Last night, I woke up at like 3 AM and I SWEAR I saw Tokoyami's Dark Shadow in the corner of my room just...watching me. I tried asking him about it today, but he kept brushing me off. But he didn't deny any of what I said! I'm...scared. Not to mention Sero, Denki, and Kirishima won't stop messing with me! They keep tugging on my vest, breaking off buttons on my shirt, pulling at my bottoms, touching my hair—I keep asking them to back off, but they just won't stop." You hiccupped through your tears again, but it looked like you had more to say, so the three of them stayed quiet.

You started again, now with a much quieter voice, "But the worst is those three. Midoriya, Todoroki, and Bakugo. I'm always bothered by at least one of them all the time. Izuku hangs all over me and it's like he doesn't listen to a thing I say! I ask him to leave me alone, he says I don't know what I want and continues to push me. Todoroki won't stop giving me things I don't need or want that I can't repay back. Shoto says I only need to pay him back in "quality time"—which is basically him holding me prisoner in my own bed every other night. And Bakugo...I swear, I don't know if he sees me as an enemy or a doll to be tossed around. He's always talking down to me, insulting my fighting style or pointing out if I'm distracted. He goes out of his way to make fun of my appearance or if I say the wrong thing. He's...actually the reason I came looking for you three. I just don't know what to do anymore."

It was safe to say the three of them were livid to hear about all the torture you were being unwillingly dragged through. Mirio and Tamaki most of all. Mirio was infuriated to hear how Izuku had been treating you. Him, who Mirio had full trust in and respect—both of those qualities had tanked in a matter of a few minutes of hearing your recollection. Tamaki couldn't believe how Kirishima was behaving when he'd sworn to be the "manliest man to ever step foot in the Hero Alliance". Nejire was more upset to hear how her girls were having so much fun playing with little cute you without inviting her, but she was beyond fuming when she discovered how the disgusting boys were getting close to you. She felt like her words could melt metal with how fiery they felt building up in her throat.

"Hmm, how awful," Mirio had a terrifyingly dark look in his eye, one that made a shiver scamper up your spine. You'd never seen him so upset. All your tears dried as you heard him utter to his two friends that were now standing at his sides, "I think it's time we paid another educational visit to our promising young heroes, hmm~?"

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You know, I do this every time. I start writing, I don't stop writing, and when I'm done, it's hardly an imagine anymore. This is practically a whole bloody fic at this point! And I get so mad at myself for doing it too because this took me all day to write LMAOOOO. BUT! I hope you all like it! I adore The Big Three, so I hope to write for them again. They are cool hehe :3

With Love,

Kraken 🐙

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amongemeraldclouds · 3 months

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better than revenge | chapter two: practice?

Lorenzo Berkshire x Slytherin!reader (ft. Ex!Mattheo Riddle)

Series trope: Fake dating

Chapter two summary: As with any good fake dating scheme, you’ve got to have rules and perhaps a little bit of practice.

Warning: Kissing, mention of cheating, no use of y/n

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“We have got to come up with a nickname, something like Operation Freedom,” Enzo says, leaning back at his desk, using his hands to support him.

I look up at him from the chair and snicker, “cute but kind of obvious. Wouldn’t work if we want to keep our arrangement a secret. Hmm how about calling it an ordinary item like shoes?”

“Because of how we’ll walk over Mattheo’s patience?” Enzo quips.

I grin, “or a broomstick because of how we’ll beat his sorry ass for cheating on me and all the brotherly trauma he has no doubt caused you.” It was fun hating on Mattheo with someone who gets it.

Enzo laughs then suddenly gets concerned, “So he cheated on you, huh? I never expected much from Mattheo but what a shitty thing to do.”

I curl my fist, “well, what we’ll do will help me get my revenge. I don’t think we can keep mentioning shoes and broomsticks though, let’s keep it simple like,” I scan his dorm, “the book! Since this all started in the library.”

“So every time we talk about The Book, people will think it’s an inside joke between us,” Enzo says.

I nod, “let’s go over the rules one more time. Rule number one, no more hiding from Mattheo. It’s time for me to reclaim my space. Number two, we hang out at areas where he would be 50% of the time so he would see us a lot but not all the time. Just enough to rub it in his face.”

“We do have a life, after all,” Enzo adds. “Number three, I tell my father I am smitten by a wonderful lady,” he says gesturing to me with his hand, “who also happens to come from a powerful family.”

I mock curtsy in the chair, waving both arms to fan my imaginary dress and raise my chin.

“And we have to attend a ball together,” he adds. “I know you hate them, but I promise I’ll make it fun.”

I nod and continue, “Number four, only we know about the arrangement. Now officially called The Book. And I think that’s it.”

“Nope,” Enzo shakes his head, “there’s one thing we haven’t discussed yet. Kissing,” he says playfully.

“Kissing?” I ask, blushing. I look into his dark eyes. He may be smirking but he’s looking at me intently.

“All this may be fake but I don’t hate the idea of kissing a beautiful girl like you to really sell our story. One of the perks of The Book,” he says.

“I haven’t kissed anyone since Mattheo,” I admit and I hate it. I hate that Mattheo is still the last person I kissed. I hate that I miss the way he used to kiss me like his life depended on it. My lips would be haunted for hours by the ghost of his lips on mine. Now all that haunts me are the memories. I need to do something different, to feel different.

“No pressure, we will only do what you’re comfortable with” he raises his hands and flashes me a kind smile.

“You know, you’re not bad yourself,” I stand up and move towards him. “Maybe I don’t hate the idea of kissing a pretty boy like you too.”

“Practice?” I ask, standing on my toes to move closer to him.

He moans his agreement and closes the gap between as he presses his lips on mine. He kisses me gently and I feel something like butterflies in my stomach. It feels nice to be kissed again and to kiss him back. As our lips move in a steady rhythm, I move my hands up his soft hair and he takes this as a cue to pin me against the wall behind us.

I feel his body against mine, he’s so warm and nice. I take his lower lip between my teeth and I’m rewarded with a moan as the kiss deepens.

He places his hands firmly on my waist, his grip strong and reassuring. He licks my lips gently and I open my mouth to accept his tongue. I feel warm and electric from the core of my stomach all the way down my toes.

Theo suddenly opens the door, “Enzo, would you tell your brother he can’t just—”

The kiss ends way too soon as Enzo looks at his roommate, face flushed and hair disheveled. I stare at his angular jaw and admire how good his side profile looks. I lucked out with my fake date.

“So you really did get a room,” Mattheo’s voice breaks my gaze from Enzo, sounding amused. He enters the dorm behind Theo and I move to leave but Enzo keeps his reassuring hold on my waist. He shoots me a meaningful look, reminding me I no longer have to run away.

“You’re killing my game,” he tells Theo. “Either leave or we will continue even with you around.” Enzo looks at me with a mischievous smile and resumes our kiss. I smile on his lips and close my eyes, drowning out the world around us.

His kiss is hungry this time, committed to the show. When he trails kisses down my jaw and neck, an involuntary moan leaves my lips and I raise my chin to give him more access. My body feels alight with fire. As I tilt my head, I notice Mattheo staring at us, his jaw clenched and murder in his eyes.

I move my hand back to Enzo’s hair as Theo turns to leave, pushing Mattheo out with him.

When the door closes, Enzo takes another second to kiss my neck, gently biting the skin. My toes curl.

“That was — wow,” I say out of breath when he moves away, putting more space between us.

“Yeah,” he says equally flushed, grinning. “And to think we’re just getting started.”

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Author's note: Thank you for all the positive feedback on chapter one! Feel free to comment if you’d like me to tag you when the next one goes live.

I told myself I would publish weekly, but here I am just days later. I didn't expect to write as fast as I have! I have six chapters written and am nearly done with the seventh one. More or less, there will be eleven chapters in the series.

Enzo was the first Slytherin boy I liked and I was frustrated there wasn’t enough fan fics of him. A lot of this is for my fellow Enzo girls (and guys or them). The next chapter will be for Mattheo lovers, it's my fave one so far!

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budbuddnbuddy · 1 year

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𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

Pt2

A/n: I thought of this while rotting away in bed like the loser I am, enjoy. Also tell me if yall want a pt2.

TLDR: Someone tried to kill you and your main hoes are not happy 💀

It’s stupidly funny when you think about it. Someone actually being dumb enough to try to kill you, at RAD of all places.

Though….maybe you were the dumb one, to think that you would be safe after your pact with Mammon. Sure he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed but he’s still one of the strongest demons in the Devildom, one of the strongest demons that was under your control.

That was only really made clear to you after demons, not only at RAD, stopped imitating you and talking openly about how they wanted to eat you and how Mammon started sticking by your side way more than usual. He played it off as Demon pact etiquette which was probably true now that you thought about it.

Sooner or later with each pact you made with the brothers the less Demons were actually trying or suggesting to kill you. In fact you were gaining some respect with each pact you made.

Guess when it was announced that you finally made a pact with Lucifer, you thought you had made it clear that you were of important status and finally cleared off the demons who wanted your neck slit.

Turns out they never left, they just hid and waited for the right moment.

It happened at a party at RAD, a good chunk of RAD’s students were there along with some of the friends you had made, along with the brothers, Lord Diavolo and Barbatos, and the other exchange students that were at RAD. It almost felt like a prom night.

Then gunshots were fired.

You fell onto the table of food spilled everything onto the floor, drinks, sweets, plates, bowls. Everything crumbled and broke around your limp body and everyone around you scattered.

You were out of it for a second but when your eyes finally allowed you to see, everything was shaking and blurry. It was so hard to breathe and- was that….blood?

Lights were broken and flashing on and off, people were running around and ducking under tables, you looked around to do the same and then heard a voice of a angel.

“….C! ….MC! MC!”

Literally.

You looked over to the side and saw Luke with tears in his eyes, his head peaked from under the table cloth and he waved at you to hide with him.

You didn’t want to put him in danger but that was really your only option at the moment however as soon and you lifted yourself up to crawl over, second bullet was shoot into your back.

Don’t you just have the best of luck?

You screamed in agony and people ran around more, you almost passed out again from the pain that was at the back of your head and your back itself. Muffled yells of Diavolo and Lucifer flowed into your ears and heavy stomps and running were heard from upstairs.

You settled for shuffling against the floor with the little strength you had, to get under the table with Luke, it was still hard to see but you could still tell that he had been crying, hard.

You coughed a little bit of blood, only making more tears roll down Luke’s cheeks. Everything was getting harder to see, you could hear Luke screaming at you to not die and the last thing you thought before you passed out?

‘I knew this was gonna happen.’

Lucifer

He was standing by Diavolo and Barbatos on the second floor when it happened, glancing back and forth at you every now and then.

You were only with Luke and some of your friends. None of his brothers were near you, Beel was looking for Belphie, Asmo and Satan were on the dance floor, Mammon was just finishing up a game of cards against some other demons and Leviathan was on his D.D.D in the corner.

Just as he was finishing up his conversation with Diavolo a loud gunshot was fired followed by crashing of multiple plates and bowls against the floor, his head shot back to look at where the bullet was fired at but everyone was running around and causing havoc.

When he finally looked down his face twisted into horror as his eyes laid upon you with the back of your head blown out, slumped over a bunch foods and liquids from the food table.

He screamed your name and directed Diavolos and Barbatos attention towards your unconscious body.

He searched in desperation for your attacker but was only met with screams of demons and crowds of people pushing each other for safety.

He did some pushing himself until he finally witnessed the man responsible for lodging a bullet in your head put another one in your back.

Lucifer shouted at him in rage and sprinted toward him Diavolo followed and the man made a break for it.

They followed him through crowds of demons however as soon as they saw who they were chasing the ran in the opposite direction giving them more space to run freely at the man.

He was getting faster and Diavolo and Lucifer had to go into their demonic forms to catch up with him but just as they did Beel stepped out of the room in confusion and Lucifer yelled at him.

“Beel! Stop him!!! Put him to the ground!”

He almost didn’t have to say anything because as soon as Beel laid eyes on him, he already had him in a armlock onto the floor.

With your attacker restrained by Beel, Lucifer sped downstairs to look for you, he cried out for you twice before he was waved over by mammon from under a table.

He threw the table out of the way and there he was met with the sight of your unconscious body laid over Mammon and Luke who were both crying over you.

He was about to scream at someone to call a ambulance but when the sirens were heard from outside he picked you up and rushed you out with Mammon and Luke following behind him.

When you woke up in the hospital he was already shushing you back to sleep, it had taken 4 days but you were back and that’s all he need to know for now.

Only the best Doctors and nurses in the Devildom would be at your aid, only the very best for his human.

Mammon

He was just about to go talk to you, he was almost done with this game, just one last move and he’ll collect all the money he won, show off to you, impress you, then marry you-

His a opponent just placed down a card when the first bullet ran through the back of your head. He turned over to make sure you were okay but be screamed as soon as he witnessed you tumble over the buffet table and bring everything on it crashing onto the floor.

He dashed towards you, just in time before demons started running around in fear. He pulled you out of the mess you were in and teared up at the sight of you.

He attempted to shake you wake but eventually the crowd of demons swam through the two of you and pulled mammon far away enough from you to the point where he couldn’t even remember were you were at.

He ducked from under table after table attempting to make his way back to you. Then the second shot came and he flinched causing him to be swept away by the crowd of running demons a second time however he was lucky enough for it to be brought right towards you and Luke.

He found you passed out with your head in Luke’s lap, he was hugging your head tightly and crying over you. He looked at Mammon in desperation and begged for him to help you.

“Pluh-Please! *Hic*Don’t let them die! Help them, Mammon! Please don’t let them die! Please!!”

He tore up his jacket to use as a make shift badge for the wound on your head, he was just about to destroy the rest of it up, but he heard Lucifer shouting your name and peaked from underneath the table to call him over.

He ran after Lucifer to bring you over to the ambulance and took Luke with him, probably what you would’ve wanted anyway, and rode with him all the way to the hospital.

He was there for the surgery they did, stayed there from the beginning until the end. When you were in your short coma he stayed at the hospital, even slept there right beside you.

He did everything he could to help you get better, only time he was away from you was when he took a shower.

Leviathan brought extra clothes for him and stayed along with him towards the end of your stay at the hospital, something he’s extremely grateful for.

He was right there when you opened your eyes, he was staring down at you when it happened and he became teary eyed when you looked up at him.

“You’re…..alive. Oh fuck you’re alive..!”

He slammed down onto the call button for the nurse and pressed a long kiss against your lips.

Mammon became your personal nurse at home and helped you get back on your feet when you were discharged. He’s so bbg

Leviathan

Now y’all already know that parties were never Levi’s thing.

However this particular event required him to be there plus you were gonna be there too so he really didn’t have a choice in the matter.

He couldn’t dance nor could he just walk up and start a conversation with people so he just settled on gaming on his D.D.D until you were available to drag away for an hour or two.

He was starting to get needy for your attention, when he looked up the only person that was by you was Luke.

Then the back of your head was blown out.

He froze in shock and fear as he watched as people scramble away from you when you fell onto the buffet table.

Guns in the Devildom were extremely dangerous, the soul purpose of them was to kill and if you had one, you were definitely trying to kill someone.

The bullet was lodged in the back of your head and knocked you out instantly meaning only two things 1. You were already dead 2. There was a limited amount of time before you would die.

Soon as that information registered into his brain and he saw that Mammon gotten to you, he dashed into the bathroom and called for ambulance, he told them all about the situation how you had been shot in the back of the head and you needed help immediately.

*BANG*

He flinched as he headed a second gunshot and his eyes widened when he heard your scream of agony.

This time he didn’t hesitate to tell the operator that you were shot once again.

He was still in the bathroom when Lucifer was yelling downstairs for you but he stayed just in case to be safe.

After about 5 minutes he left to go outside and was met with Lucifer and Mammon in the ambulance closing the doors and driving off.

He got the news that you were in the hospital and you were in a coma a day after your surgery. You were stable thankfully.

He just stayed in your room for most of the time, cleaning and setting up your room with Satan, going grocery shopping to make sure you had all your favorite foods and snacks at home, he even did your laundry!

Mammon was still at the hospital with you so he brought some clothes and some food for him over to the hospital and stayed there for the rest of the time.

When you finally woke up, he was just walking back from the bathroom and Mammon yelled for him to get over there.

“They’re awake! Levi, they’re back and they’re alive!”

He hugged your stomach and cried into your chest for a long long time.

When you were finally discharged he and Satan presented you with your favorite meal in bed then gamed and read to you to keep you company. bbg #2

#obey me x mc #mammon #mammon x mc #obey me #obey me beelzebub #obey me mammon #obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me!#obey me leviathan #obey me luficer #fanfiction #obey me luke #obey me diavolo

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simp999 · 6 months

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Medic x Reader - The Red Means I Love You

Wc: 2.7k

Themes: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort(reader was feeling down beforehand)

A/N: I really haven't been writing huh,, sorry about that, guys!! I've been real busy with work n' other stuff- but I promise I still love seeing your ideas! I can't promise I'll get to them, but I still enjoy seeing them :3

Taglist: @electro-omen @skeleton-stomper-xoxo @moopy-milk @pillow-14 @emotionallyunwellmedic

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Not again.

It's always that damned static that manages to hum itself back into your ears; almost romantically. The idea sounds so beautifully comforting; lovingly pulling you away from reality, holding you in a close embrace.

It sounds so much nicer in thought than in practice.

But as much as you can't help but zone in and out, every sound around you feels so loud yet hushed at the same time. The buzzing of the lights, the crickets outside, at one point you think you may have heard someone walk past your room to go to the kitchen, but it was just one sound among many.

You sat alone in your bed, staring blankly ahead. You couldn't make out what you were staring at, nor did you care. - It was all just a blurry mess.

But you needed a distraction. You knew that if you were to be left alone it would only get worse.

And suddenly, you were standing in front of Medic's lab. You didn't remember the slow journey there. Maybe you've walked the path so many times that you went on autopilot? That doesn't matter right now.

You can hear footsteps from inside, and a soft, muffled voice. You can't quite make out the words, but with his tone, you can assume that he's talking with his birds.

You reach out for the door handle, hesitating. Did you really need to go bug him? You'll get over it, you're sure.

What exactly is it that your body needed? You shuffled through a short list of things. You ate earlier, drank water, you got an... okay amount of sleep. Well, more than usual- which is a start.

You just needed to be in someone's presence, you think.

But not just anyone, you're sure that someone like Scout would be too energetic, and Soldier would be too loud.

You always end up right back here, don't you? Maybe it's because you feel comfortable around him? You couldn't be too sure.

You lightly shake your head, your vision continuing to stay just a bit more blurry than usual. With the blurred shapes that you know spell "laboratory" in front of you, you finally crack the door open a smidge. Then some more.

Medic was standing in front of his doves, holding his bloody finger up to Archimedes. You're assuming he'd just given him a piece of meat or maybe he was petting him. In the middle of the action, Medic tilts his head your way, opening his mouth for a greeting-but deciding against it when he does a quick once-over of your tired form. Though, a gentle smile does make its way on his face.

You slowly hobble over to an empty counter, ignoring the chair stacked with a lab coat and papers, hopping up on said countertop. You stare ahead at the body on Medic's operating table. You haphazardly analysed it. It sat lifeless, it seems it'd been that way for a while now. Well, at least you knew you and him were truly alone.

You leaned back, letting your arms hold you up. Medic silently went back to his spot beside the corpse, picking up a scalpel with a soft smile. He began to hum. You'd be lying if you said you didn't find it comforting. The buzzing of the lights surely didn't leave, but they felt less overbearing. It was also late, and Medic rarely had all of the lights on at this time, only keeping the one main one he needed for seeing the corpse with.

He could tell something was up, but he didn't want to pry- though it was nagging at him. Perhaps Archimedes could tell, or maybe it was pure luck- or maybe Archimedes saw you as someone to care for too. Soon enough he was carefully flying towards you, gently landing on your shoulder and rubbing his head up against your cheek. It became tough to hold back a small smile, and you relaxed your shoulders. You gently brought up a knuckle to very carefully pet him with. Along with whispering little nothings- most of which Medic couldn't make out, only sometimes hearing his own name.

He couldn't help but admire the sight before him. It's a good thing that the corpse in front of him was indeed just that- a corpse- or else dropping the scalpel in it probably wouldn't have been too good.

"..Hey,"

He snaps back to reality, his face warming up just a bit at how you caught him dazed- one could even say with a somewhat lovestruck expression. You weren't about to point that out though, were you?

"Why'd you stop humming?"

He.. he was humming? No- well, yes he does tend to do that a lot while working to busy himself, but you noticed? His eyes widened a bit. It's not exactly a conscious thing he does- and it doesn't help that now that he's put on the spot he can't quite come up with anything to hum.

So, he carefully sets down whatever tool he was holding and quietly makes his way over to the music player. You recognized the first song as "Bust Your Kneecaps". You giggled at how fitting it seemed to suit him. The song was so calming but morbid at the same time. He carefully adjusts the volume and begins to sway his hips as he once again as he works on the corpse in front of him. The music player sounds a bit staticky, but the music was still enjoyable.

And now it was your turn to admire him.

He sure was skilled at what he did. Even with music playing and him obviously focused on the sounds surrounding him, he nonchalantly makes such precise and careful incisions. The soft smile on his face, and the way his hair was a bit messier than usual- a given after a long day of battles. You caught the way he'd absentmindedly twirl the scalpel between his fingers before deciding where to place his next incision. The blood coating his gloves glistened,- hey, that's odd, he very rarely wore his gloves while working. May he knew you'd-? No, no, you doubted it.

You noticed the way he had a small pep in his step whenever he had to walk around- it seems his boots may be newly polished, too. His voice when he hummed or softly sang any lyrics was always so comforting too. So much so that you'd absentmindedly join in on the humming at times if you knew the song.

Which is what happened. You only noticed that your soft hums could be heard as well when you caught the way his smile grew and he glanced over at you with hope in his eyes. It was always reassuring to him when you'd slowly warm back up in the subtlest of ways. Of course he knew when you weren't doing too well, and he was always glad to help you out. Honoured, even. It made his heart warm knowing that he was your go-to person to feel comfortable and safe again, even if it just meant being in the same room as him.

It means you willingly trust him. Yes of course, people trust him with their wounds in life or death situations- but they have no choice. Yet you come to him for the most mundane of things.

He must admit, he might be catching feelings.

And there wasn't any major event that caused him to realise this- no. Actually, it was something quite small that you'd done many times before.

This must've been roughly a month ago now; he was sat at his desk, his pencil going back and forth over some paperwork at ungodly hours of the morning. Everyone at the base should have been asleep, but he should have known better as mercenaries. None of you were normal- but you all still needed rest.

Which is why he was surprised when he heard soft footsteps slowly approach him. He recognized them, of course- had he not, he would have been reaching for his bonesaw.

Your presence alone relaxed him. But then he remembered how late it was, and was about the question you on why you might be up at this hour- damn hypocrite.

But before he could, there was a small plate with snacks being placed beside his paperwork, and a hand giving his closest shoulder a small, absentminded massage.

Then, you stood behind him, slowly snaked your arms around his shoulders and slowly leaned against him- almost all of your weight. You rested your chin on top of his head and you hadn't said a word.

This meant two things: one, that you had finally accepted that you simply couldn't tell him to get to bed because it would never work, to which you had adapted. Second, you were up at this ungodly time, and the first thing on your mind was taking care of him.

The thought of asking you why you were up at this hour left his mind, instead opting to let you watch whatever he was working on. Well, as much as you could with your eyes half-lidded, sometimes closing on you.

Every so often, he'd grab a piece of the snack you had brought him. One time, he brought a piece to your lips, and you lazily ate it with a hum. From that point on, he'd eat a piece, then offer you one. Then, because he was so entranced in his work, he had forgotten about the snack. Until you gently brought a piece in front of his mouth, still wanting to take care of him.

"...You don't have to do this, you know."

You gently shook your head, leaning a bit more on him and giving him a gentle squeeze, which was enough of an answer.

And yes, he did notice the way you'd begin to lose your balance due to how tired you were. He himself would lean just enough to keep you upright when he could tell you were beginning to doze off.

That was the first night you managed to get him to go to sleep early- and that was without a single word spoken by you.

That was the night he learned he may have feelings for you. He felt a growing urge to care for you; in subtle and non-subtle ways. Of course- the mercs could tell that he'd slowly become more of a pocket Medic, that much was obvious. But he'd also watch out for you in ways he knew how to. He'd make sure to give you a proper dose of anaesthesia, always be gentle when he did anything involving you, clean his lab and equipment thoroughly before even thinking about using any on you. He never thought too much of it, either.

You began living in his presence more often too, and he appreciated it so very much- he'd never brought it up, but he did care. There were a few times where you'd swing by and he'd offered you a snack; or if you were cold, he'd offer you his labcoat.

Then he realised that he became happy when you were happy.

He never thought of himself as an empath- far from it, really. But suddenly when your mood was down, he'd find himself alone in his lab, doing what he always does. It felt like he was on autopilot, and he felt dull. But when your mood was better and you were more excitable- or even simply happier overall, he'd hum more often, and he wouldn't notice the smile that seemed to constantly spread across his lips, nor the pep in his step.

Which brings us to the present moment. You two humming along to the song. It slowly drowned out, and a new song came on, You recognized it as: "The Red Means I Love you."

Medic's lips curled up a bit, and you gently kicked your feet, his seemingly happy mood becoming contagious. You were still somewhat zoned out, now accidentally staring off into space, which just so happened to be his boots this time. And suddenly, they were right in front of you, along with an open hand blocking the view- hey, when did he remove his glove? It just have been just now, as it wasn't bloody.

You looked up to him and recognized the expectant gaze he sent your way. That warm smile on his face was what convinced you to take his hand, and he carefully guided you around with small steps.

He hummed as he gently placed a hand on the small of your back, and held your hand in his as if it were made of glass.

Once you two began moving a little quicker, he began to sing. He started out in a very quiet tone as to not startle you;

"'Cause my insides are red,

And yours are too.

And the red on my face

Is matching you~"

The two of you continued to sway along to the music, slowly becoming more comfortable, but keeping the volume low. The two of you were tired but content. Then, the reoccurring line in the song came up, and the two of you sang it together in hushed voices;

"The red means I love you~"

You couldn't help the small smile that slowly played on your lips, his was contagious. He offered you a wide grin when he noticed you looking up at him, but it quickly went back to a small, calm, and reassuring one once your eyes were elsewhere. One could even say lovestruck. Paired with a gaze that was admiring every part of you, simply glad to be right there, right now, with you. He'd take lives to be able to do this at any given time- there was nothing more perfect to him than this.

You looked so perfect to him in this very moment. Even the dishevelled hair, darkened eye bags, and slumped shoulders were to be admired. Any imperfections of your skin he found absolutely stunning- they made you unique. But with his background, he's pretty sure that telling you you had fascinating skin wouldn't come off the way he'd hoped- so he'd keep that to himself.

He longed to gently card his fingers through your messy hair, run his finger from your hair to behind your ear, along your jaw and finally tilt your chin up and admire your eyes with the warmest, most loving smile he's ever worn. To pull you a bit closer with the hand that was still resting against the small of your back, with barely any force to be noticeable.

And then he'd lean down, analyse your face for whatever emotions you may be feeling and go from there.

Now, he wasn't a shy man.

So that's what he did.

And that's where the two of you now stand.

After analysing your emotions, checking for any sort of discomfort- he tilted your chin up just enough for you and him to meet halfway.

It was a small kiss- short, sweet and loving. It could even be considered a small peck. There was nothing more to be added, enough was said- even if the only words spoken aloud tonight were mostly just lyrics.

You stood a little stunned, but that was only because you weren't quite ready to fully comprehend what had just happened.

Medic on the other hand was already pulling you into a gentle hug that had the both of you calmly swaying back and forth as he played with your hair. He gave you a small kiss on the crown of your head as you finally relaxed into him, and allowed your hands to rest on his back. Barely audible, he muttered;

"I love you, liebchen."

A gentle squeeze was offered that reassured him that you felt the same way, and you could feel his smile widen before opting to rest his chin on your head, and gently rest his hand on the back of your neck, caressing the base of it with his thumb as the two of you continued to sway together.

He looked forward to more nights like this. Nothing extravagant, just you and him, comfortable in eachother's loving presence.

Nov.10.23

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koqabear · 1 month

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I don't know, but I'm so excited for manipulative gyu.😩 is this a fic you're really writing??? I'm so excited!

IT IS ‼️‼️ i am also really excited, i can’t tell if it’s the extra burst of inspiration talking or if i’m fr gonna stick with this (the latter, i pray.)

anyways, here’s a sneak peek no one asked for !

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You’re stuck with Beomgyu hours after that— even though your mother was able to calm you down, it seemed as though you were afraid of the boy for the rest of your time there; hiding behind any object that was able to cover your frame, hugging your bear tightly and using it as a shield to peek at him— averting your eyes frantically when he’d glance at you and meet your weary gaze.

Despite your mother’s attempts to get the two of you— or rather, mostly you— comfortable around each other, you both seemed dead set on not wanting to interact with the other, resigned to stay in separate sides of the room and turning your back to him when your mother had to leave to fetch a toy Beomgyu insisted he left on the couch of one of the main rooms, not bothering to specify which one; you attempted to follow her, but she prevented you from doing so, a reassuring smile stuck on her face as she asked you to wait on the beanbag.

If Beomgyu didn’t know any better, he could’ve confused you for a mannequin; frozen still, small hands gripping onto your stuffie and wide eyes keeping watch at the door— the sight was both parts intriguing and irritating, and the boy reluctantly found himself watching you, observing you carefully— even then, it seemed as though you didn’t even blink.

“You’re such a scaredy-cat.” Beomgyu says loudly, point proven further from the way you flinch and snap your gaze over to where he sits on the bed; arms crossed petulantly, eyes narrowed and watching you intently, “Are you scared your mom left you here?”

The very thought is enough to have your eyes widening; only a year difference in age, Beomgyu ponders to himself, yet you seem extremely attached to your mother, and are quite gullible too— he frowns at the way your mind visibly seems to wander, thinking of scenarios that only cause you to panic— and though Beomgyu knows he should feel bad, he can only find himself wondering just how far he can take this.

“You might just be stuck here forever,” he muses, pushing himself off the bed and walking over to you, standing before you and watching the way you try to deny his claims, albeit a bit hesitantly, “I think she got tired of you.”

You refuse to believe him— but it’s been a while, and your mother still hasn’t come back. The way he looks down at you makes you feel so small, his expression so sure and serious that you’re beginning to wonder the truth of his words; beginning to wonder if your mother really left you.

“She abandoned you.” Beomgyu finishes, watching with cold eyes as your mind slowly succumbs to the possibility.

And after a moment, it happens. There it is again, he thinks to himself, watching your eyes well up and your expression screw into one of sorrow so effortlessly— he drinks it all in with fascination, never having seen someone who can spill tears and get so heartbroken on a whim; your fingers dig into your plush and your body shakes with hiccups, continuing to defend your mother weakly and saying that she will come back.

“No she won’t,” Beomgyu says apathetically, watching the way your face twists into a frown and you attempt to fight back— but you’re believing him, and his interest is piqued, whispers telling him to see if he can get you to give up your fighting entirely, “you’re such a crybaby. She doesn’t like that. My mom says that kids like you are annoying. That no one wants a whiny kid.”

Through your messy sniffles and shed tears, you stop to think— could this be true? Beomgyu’s expression is blank even as your eyes finally meet his, solemn and unshaken, as though what he said is nothing but a universal truth— and the more you look at him, the more he looks at you, the more you believe it.

Beomgyu can almost see something shatter within you; his lips upturn in a small smile.

“I like you,” he suddenly says, bold and innocent as he reaches out to offer his hand; you blink, dazed, unsure of what to make of his words as you remain silent— blindly, you take his hand. “You’re weird. Let's go find your mom– she’s downstairs.”

He pulls you up before you can protest; he’s just a few inches taller than you, and you find yourself looking up as you trail after him, hugging your plush tightly with one arm— through shaky sniffles and stutters, you’re finally able to ask him a question.

“You mean she didn’t leave me?”

Beomgyu scoffs.

“No. I was lying. Couldn’t you tell?”

You shake your head petulantly, your stare burning into the boy’s side profile; the light that bleeds in from the floor-to-ceiling windows that line the hall almost casts a glow onto him, like a halo of sorts. You feel an odd sense of comfort.

“No.”

For the second time today, Beomgyu’s lips quirk up into a miniscule smile. He nods.

“Cool.”

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#they’ve both got some issues to work out. let’s hope their friendship doesn’t affect said issues in any way!#rambles #koqabear asks

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thedemonscrawler · 2 months

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I'm just gonna do this to Ruin

LIKE. YES I KNOW HE DID EVERYTHING WRONG. BUT HAVE YOU CONSIDERED HOW SAD HE MIGHT BE ABOUT IT

Like aaaaa I'm cursed to only like characters when they're losing I guess, and a Pyrrhic victory counts as a loss. I didn't CARE about this guy when he was the main antagonist, and then Eclipse 3.0 chucked him in the back of a car and kidnapped him and I was suddenly interested. And NOW, when everyone is very much upset about Solar, I'm off to the side shaking this bastard around because we finally got some concrete answers to what's going on in his head.

Just! This whole thing-- this is an exceptionally Moon thing for him to have done. To go 'I'm going to completely and totally remove this possible threat from ever occurring, and I'm fine with being the bad guy to do it'? That's some Old Moon kind of thinking. This wasn't a plan he came up with in the past few months, this took him years.

And speaking of years! Fifty years of playing pretend! Of acting like you enjoy hurting people, that you don't care as your body literally falls apart around you. I'm not a fan of the idea that he was never infected, I like the perspective better that he was infected, it just wasn't as responsible for his behavior as he made it out to be-- but still. At some point he had to have gone numb to it for the sake of his own survival.

What does that do to your mentality? Your outlook? What's it like knowing that your whole world was brought to its knees by your creator? What's it like being the only semi-stable person you know for half a century? What's it like realizing that you're also changing, and not for the better?

He's just... so painfully isolated, in a way that Eclipse doesn't even come close to touching.

And! And even after being 'cured'! He's still isolated! Like it was a good thing he WAS up to something-- can you imagine how crushing it would be if he'd been genuinely not doing anything, and he was still treated with suspicion for a solid like 4 months? By probably the most consistent group of animatronics he's had to talk to that weren't infected with a weird virus?

Like, the man didn't get repaired until 3 months after being cured, after Solar made a blueprint in his spare time. He didn't get a bed until Moon felt guilty about rummaging around inside his head-- and tbh I don't know if he ever got to actually use that bed. He let them call him Ruin.

Ruin never had a home in 'our' dimension.

And hhhhngh like I'm not even sure he cares, because he's past the point of caring. He's got one of Sun's worst traits as well, "There's no point in sharing what I'm thinking because no one is listening". He could have approached Moon and Solar with like "Hey okay so I started on this plan to do this thing like 10 years ago, I would like some input" and maybe an alternative could have been found!

But he didn't, because he's alone. He came up with the best plan he could, weighed the risks, and acted on it, all by himself. A single weird Eclipse against 5,000 Creators, because he felt like that was the greatest threat.

And like, lets be real-- Solar's death was 100% a narrative necessity. Otherwise we the audience wouldn't really care that Ruin had wiped so many dimensions from existing, it'd just be a number. That thing of like, you gotta make it personal to have impact. Very good storytelling right there.

(Though from a in-universe perspective, man it must have been an unpleasant shock to learn that of course the only other dimensional refugee was from one of the worlds you had to destroy. Like, come on, what are the odds)

He did something horrible. A multi-dimensional catastrophe to prevent a multi-dimensional catastrophe. He probably accepted the ramifications of it ages ago. He just... utterly lacks any hope, you know? No hope of forgiveness, no hope of improvement. He survived his world long enough to do this thing, and he has nothing else going for him.

He's just waiting for them to finally kill off his body, because he already died years ago.

Anyway I'm desperately trying to find an angle that can be used to maybe pull him out of his coffin here and so far I'm not seeing one qq but maybe future eps will give me something to work off of.

#the sun and moon show #tsams #the sun and moon show spoilers #spoilers #i guess?#also i have no idea if i wanna make rants like this on this blog or my main #ruin eclipse apologist tm #maybe not apologist maybe defense lawyer #your honor have you considered that my client's actions were not malicious and also he's really not okay inside

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forever-rogue · 1 year

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Thank you so much 🥹

Would you be willing to write a fic where Eddie and his girlfriend have been dating for a while and they both decide it's time she meets Wayne? She’s a little nervous to because she knows how important he is to Eddie, and he reassures her it’ll be okay that he’ll love her.

They have dinner together at the trailer and maybe they watch a movie together? During the movie, she falls asleep on Eddie’s shoulder and Wayne takes the opportunity to talk to Eddie about how he thinks she’s good for her and maybe she starts to wake up overhears some of it? Even though they think she’s still asleep?

Whatever happens next is up to you, I think some cuddles in Eddie’s bed, and having them talk about how it all went would be sweet. And maybe she mentions something about overhearing some of their conversation and Eddie gets all shy? 🥰

I know this is long and super specific so I understand if you don't want to do it!

AN | Did someone order soft…with a side of soft? Bone app the teeth 🥺🥰

Warnings | None

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.6k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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You loved Eddie Munson, you knew that much.

You loved everything about him, and you already knew that he was going to be a huge part of your life forever. He’d become your family as much as you had become yours, neither of you having much family in general. So, naturally, at some point in your relationship Eddie was going to ask to meet his uncle Wayne, the man that had raised him and loved him. And you were excited for that…but also incredibly nervous. What if Wayne didn’t like you? What if that led to Eddie breaking up with you? What if -

“You alright, sweetheart?” Eddie was lying on your bed, starfished across it as he watched you finish your makeup in the mirror. He could see from the look in your eyes that something was wrong; you thought you might have been able to hide it, but nothing escaped Eddie, “you look…worried.”

“I’m nervous,” you groaned before your pretty lips formed a pout as you caught his eye in the mirror. There was a small smile on his face, but you could see the shake of his shoulders that he was holding back silent laughter, “Eddie! Don’t laugh at me!”

“‘m not sweetheart, I swear,” he rolled off the bed and scooted over to you on his knees, stopping at your side and resting his head on your thigh, “I’d never. You’re just really cute, nervous and all. But…why are you nervous?”

“Because,” you waved your hands around, as if trying to make it all make sense, “I’m going to meet your uncle! What if he hates me? What if he tells you never to see me again?”

You only heard him snort in amusement before he slowly stood up and looked down at you. He bowed his head and pressed a kiss to your lips, “there is no way that he wouldn’t love you. He’ll probably love you more than he loves me. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Easy for you to say,” you sighed dramatically, causing him to grin at your silliness, “you’re not the one that’s being offered to the wolves!”

“Dramatic much?”

“Not dramatic enough!” you insisted, grabbing your lipstick and swiping it onto your lips as a final little touch, “if I somehow die tonight, that’s on you! I hope you can live with that.”

“I’ll say I can live with that, only because I know nothing is going to happen,” he promised as you nodded shyly, “I swear it.”

“But now we have to get going…”

“Oh no.”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The drive from your house to Eddie’s wasn’t long, which normally you were thankful for, but today you wished it was at least three times as long. Eddie kept the conversation going, attempting to ease your nerves and help you relax. It was helping but not much; not to Eddie’s fault of course.

When he pulled into his parking spot and turned off the van, you let out a long sigh. His hand had been on your leg, and he gave your thigh a reassuring little squeeze. He climbed out of his side and puttered over to you, opening your door and holding his hand out to help you step out. You took his hand, letting his much larger one dwarf yours as you slid out of your seat. You almost managed to fall due to your anxiousness but he quickly righted up.

His hands went to your shoulders as he gave you a reassuring squeeze, “it’s going to be alright, sweetheart. You have absolutely nothing to worry about.”

“Okay,” you nodded, taking a deep breath in before exhaling slowly, “this will all be fine.”

“Ready tiger?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you agreed, and before you could protest or do say anything further, Eddie kissed you gently, emptying your mind of any thoughts other than the feel of his lips on yours. He pulled back and gave you a cheeky little smile, “I know what you’re up to Munson!”

“Not a thing,” he laced his fingers through yours before starting the slow trek to the trailer. You trailed ever so slightly behind him, reminding yourself that Wayne was just a person like you - how bad could it be? Eddie unlocked the door before letting go of your hand and stepping inside, “Wayne! We’re here.”

You froze for a moment before stepping inside after, encouraged by his gentle nod. As soon as you stepped foot inside of the small trailer, you felt yourself relax. It was small and cozy, currently filled with warmth and delicious smells. You watched in amusement as he kicked off his sneakers and you followed suit, taking your own shoes off with a little more grace. Eddie couldn’t help the fond smile that grew on his face at the gentle care you displayed.

“It’s about time,” you heard a gruff voice call from the kitchen, “I was just wondering if I needed to eat all of this food myself!”

“Like I’d ever miss an opportunity for food,” Eddie snorted in amusement as he walked into the small kitchenette, and you caught your first glimpse of Wayne Munson. He was a rough looking man, but there was a gentle smile on his face and he had kind eyes. Eddie held out his hand and motioned for you to come over. After swallowing the lump in your throat, you came over, letting him take your hand. He said your name softly before introducing the two of you, “this is my uncle, Wayne. Wayne, obviously this is-”

“The lucky, or perhaps unlucky, lady,” a moment of silence fell over the room, but then suddenly you and Wayne broke into laughter as Eddie dramatically scoffed. Wayne held out his hand, which you eagerly shook; he had a kind aura around him, “it’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard so many things about you, it almost feels like I know you already know.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” you grinned before turning to tease your boyfriend, “Eddie, you talk about me?”

“I mean yeah,” he scratched the back of his neck nervously, but you could see the pretty flush of pink rise up in his cheeks, “you come up every now and then.”

“Every now and then,” Wayne raised an eyebrow; you really enjoyed the dynamic between the two of them, “more like all the time, kid. Who are you trying to fool?”

“I….” Eddie knew that he wasn’t going to win this one. He sighed dramatically before hanging his head and nodding in defeat, “alright, he’s got me there.”

“Well, I think that’s very sweet of you,” you leaned over and pressed a kiss to his rosy cheek, “glad to know you think about me.”

“Duh,” he playfully snarked back at you, “you better be doing the same. Better be talking about the best boyfriend ever.”

“When the two of you are done being all lovey-dovey, would one of you mind giving me a hand? Dinner ain’t gonna finish itself,” the two of you snapped into attention, exchanging shy smiles.

“I’d love to help,” alright. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all…Eddie had been right - there was nothing to be worried about, “whatever you need.”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Dinner with the Munson men turned out to be a very fun affair. The two of them were almost too funny for their own good, and while they teased each other relentlessly, you could see the unspoken love that flowed between them. And the nice thing was that you felt so included in their conversations, almost like you were a part of the family.

After dinner was done, you offered to clear the table and at least get everything into the sink while they picked out the movie for the evening. Wayne had insisted that you didn’t have to do anything, but you quickly put him in place and told him that it wasn’t up for debate. Wayne knew better than to argue with a woman, and let you have your way.

Once you were done and satisfied with how clean the kitchen was, you made it back into the living room. Wayne was in his recliner and Eddie was on the couch, grabbing the blanket off the top of it as he patted the space next to him. You wasted no time in curling up and cuddling into his side. Eddie draped the blanket over the two of you, his arm settled around your shoulders and you rested your head on his chest. That might have been your favorite spot in the whole world.

Once the three of you were settled, Eddie put on the movie that they had picked out. You weren’t surprised at all to find that it was some random horror movie; luckily you liked them just as much as Eddie did.

Unfortunately tiredness had settled in your bones and you found your eyes started to grow heavier and heavier. Before you knew it, you were fast asleep, all cuddled up into Eddie. He almost wouldn’t have noticed that you were sleeping if it hadn’t been for the soft snores that escaped you. He sighed wistfully before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“I can see why you like her,” Wayne said softly, keeping his voice down so you wouldn’t be woken up. Eddie looked at his uncle, a soft smile on his face as he nodded slightly, “she’s very sweet and kind. And it looks like she doesn’t put up with any of your bullshit.”

“She doesn’t,” oh no. You kept him thoroughly grounded, while indulging his whims. The two of you balanced each other very well, “she keeps me level. She’s….I really like her, Wayne.”

“I don’t think you just like her, son,” the older man had a knowing little look on his face as Eddie’s face burned with realization. He knew that Wayne was right, but he hadn’t been able to admit it out loud just yet. It almost felt as if he were to say those three little words out loud, he would wake up from a dream and find that you had been a figment of his imagination all along. It was silly, yes, but he’d been deprived of so many things in life, of so much love, that he was afraid to do anything that might cause you to leave. Not that you ever would - you were just as lovesick for him, “I think we both know the truth on that one.”

“Wayne…” he curled his hand into a fit and gently hit against the arm of the couch, “you’re right, I know you’re right. I just…I don’t want to lose her, you know?”

“You won’t,” he promised, giving his nephew what he hoped was a bit of reassurance, “just be good to her and take things as they come. That’s all you can do.”

You’d woken up at some point, eyes fluttering open as you took in the darkened room and the movie that was still playing. It took a moment to gather your surroundings, but you quickly realized you were still at Eddie’s, still curled into his side. When you heard him and Wayne talking, you decided that you wouldn’t say anything - not yet anyway. Maybe it was wrong of you to just listen in on their conversation, but you couldn’t deny that you were incredibly curious.

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded and it was then that you realized that he was gently stroking your shoulder, “I guess you’re right. All I can do is try. And for her I really want to try. She’s very important to me.”

“I can see that,” he agreed, “don’t think about it too much. That’s the worst thing you can sometimes, is worry about things too damn much. You just gotta trust your gut and go with it. It’ll all work out in the end. ‘sides, anyone with eyes can see that she’s in love with you.”

You smiled at that; he was right. You just hadn’t realized how obvious you were.

“You think so?” Eddie sounded so adorable, his voice filled with happiness and hope.

“I know so,” he insisted, “gotta trust me sometimes. You should know that by now.”

“Yeah, yeah,” but there was affection behind his teasing, “now let me finish this terrible movie.”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The next time you woke up, it was somewhere different from where you had originally fallen asleep. You were definitely warm and toasty though, under several blankets and resting on a pillow that smelled oddly familiar. You blinked away the bleariness in your eyes as you sat up and looked around. Eddie’s room.

“Hey sleepyhead,” you looked to your side and found sitting at his desk, feet propped up as he read through a well loved copy of some book. You didn’t even bother to hold back the smile that crossed your features, “have a nice nap?”

“Very much so,” you turned so you were sitting crossed legged and looking at him, “you’ve got a comfy shoulder and an even comfier bed.”

“I knew you only wanted me for my body,” he clutched at his heart as he sighed dramatically, “the truth finally comes out.”

“What a dork,” you stuck your tongue out at him, “but you’re my dork.”

“Hmmm,” he mused as he closed his book and tossed it onto the desk, “I suppose you’re right, angel. I am all yours.”

There was a smile on your face, but he could tell you were about to say something serious. He knew that look well enough by now, “Eddie? Can I tell you something and you promise not to freak out?”

“Ummm…yes?”

“I love you,” you whispered softly, wanting to finally get it all out there, “so very much.”

You watched as his face shifted through a series of different emotions before finally settling on a huge, pretty smile that displayed his teeth and dimple - magical. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, taking a moment to process what you had just said, “really?”

“Of course,” you held out your arm and made a grabby hand at him, wanting him to come and join you in the middle, “I would never lie about such a thing.”

He came right over and sat next to you, wasting not a single moment before pulling you into his lap, his hands settling on your hips in a warm embrace. You studied his pretty honey brown eyes, and you could see that was definitely feeling a hundred emotions at once. He brought his hand to your face and gently stroked the apple of your cheek with his thumb, “I love you too.”

You leaned in to kiss him, capturing his lips with yours in a soft, saccharine little kiss. You pecked his lips a few more times before pulling back, practically beaming at him, “will you say it again, Eddie? Please?”

“I love you,” he took your face in his hands and peppered kisses all over your face, causing you to giggle happily, “my sweet, precious, angel.”

“I love you, my honey boy,” you brought his hand to your lips as you pressed a kiss to his knuckles, “thank you for bringing me tonight and letting me meet Wayne. I had a lot of fun.”

“I hate to say I told you so…”

“Oh yeah, I’m so sure you do,” you brushed your nose against his softly, “go ahead and say it. One time only!”

“I told you so,” he smiled triumphantly, “but also - I love you.”

“I love you, Eddie Munson.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson one shot #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader #st

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syrikif · 7 months

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Gamer Etiquette

Kodzuken x Streamer!Y/N

Pairing: Kenma Kozume x Fem!Reader

Genre: SMAU, Written Elements, Strangers to Lovers, Romance, Fluff, Humor, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Streamer/Youtuber AU

Upcoming content creator/streamer, Y/N, has gone viral for lots of things. Her infamous dumb moments, her blended cookie recipe (which tastes better than it sounds), the way she rages at her friends during games, and about a hundred more.

But her most recent viral moment? Accidentally knocking famous streamer, Kodzuken, off the Bedwars map and making him lose his two year winning streak.

Now with more attention (and hate) than she ever asked for, her only option left is to go to the source: the man himself, Kenma Kozume.

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Chapter 4 (b): Guilt

Word Count: 2659

To be honest, Kenma is doing this entirely out of guilt.

Sure it isn’t technically his fault that people have no self control and don’t know how to mind their own business, but his fans were probably the main root of the problem. So he felt some sort of responsibility towards her, regardless that they’d never met before today.

“Are you loaded in yet?” He waits a few seconds, almost impatiently so, his eyebrows slowly raising as he waits even longer. “Y/N?”

A soft sound of movement, a throat clearing, “Sorry, what?”

Kenma sighs, “Are you loaded into the game yet?”

“Oh- yeah. I mean almost, my wifi’s being weird.” She laughs then and it’s so painfully forced that Kenma physically feels himself cringe. He has to give the girl props though, she’s doing a lot better acting excited than he is despite the fact that she seems more nervous.

He’d only asked for her discord on complete impulse, not really considering what would happen if she agreed until it was too late. Don’t get him wrong though, he isn’t upset about it; finding new people to play his favorite games with is always enjoyable for Kenma.

But he also isn’t looking forward to this being any more awkward than it already is.

“Are you on the server already?”

Kenma shakes his head, “No, I’m waiting for you to be ready so I can start streaming.”

“Oh,” she says and Kenma only then realizes that he’s been treating her like he treats everyone else, even though they know essentially nothing about each other. “Sorry, I’ll be done as soon-.”

“Don’t worry about it.” And now he’s interrupting her; great first impression, Kenma. “I’m trying to finish eating right now anyways.”

She doesn’t say anything for a moment and then, almost out of nowhere, “What are you eating?”

Funny thing about that though is that he’s not.

“Ummmmm-,” he trails off, desperately searching his brain for some sort of response. “Apple pie,” he finally manages to say.

“Wait really?” Y/N suddenly sounds much more genuine than she had mere seconds ago.

Kenma hums in confirmation, head nodding even though he’s currently lying straight through his teeth.

Why? Who knows. Kenma definitely doesn’t.

“I had apple pie too,” she goes on to explain. “Literally like ten minutes before I turned on my PC.”

Kenma isn’t actually eating any apple pie right now, so it’s not as much of the insane coincidence that Y/N seems to think it is. But it is one of his favorite desserts, so he did have some fairly recently enough for it to be considered at least a bit strange.

“You’re kidding,” he tries to match her enthusiasm.

“Do I look like the type of girl to joke about something as serious as apple pie?” She’s teasing him now but his mind is slow to pick up on it, unintentionally leaving her in awkward silence as he processes her words.

“I don’t know,” he drags out the last syllable. “You sound like someone who would.” Kenma has never actually seen what Y/N looks like - and sure he might be comfortable lying to her about eating apple pie - but joking about her appearance without even properly seeing it first seems like a line he shouldn’t cross.

She scoffs then and Kenma can almost picture the exact face she pulls in the process, having frequently seen the same expression on his own roommate’s. “I have literally never been so offended in my entire life.”

Kenma subconsciously shrugs, “I have to keep everyone humble somehow, you know.”

~~~

“I got some stone,” Kenma tells Y/N as he runs over to drop a Stone Pickaxe in front of her. Although, this time he does it close enough to ensure that she doesn’t have to move to pick it up.

“Oh thanks,” Y/N herself is busy collecting wood, but she’s definitely mining more than she really needs at the moment.

“I know I explained this a bit earlier but we wanted to stream together just to clear some stuff up,” Kenma says when he notices how confused everyone still is in his chat. “Like how we actually don’t know each other. Right Y/N?”

Y/N’s character suddenly turns to him in game, mimicking a head nod. “Yeah, I have no idea who this guy is. What’s your name again? Kenny?” Kenma admits that he has to stifle a laugh as she starts running around him in circles. “Well I guess I wouldn’t know because I don’t know you.”

Kenma rolls his eyes, “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah,” she easily agrees. “Just like how we didn’t know each other during that game, I also totally didn’t mean to kill you either.”

“Oh yeah definitely not,” Kenma nods, looking over at his chat for a brief second as Y/N stops before a random oak tree to start collecting even more wood.

Why is y/n mining so much wood???? 😭 😭

y/n’s skin is so cutteeee

I love how Kenma’s just watching her run around lol

But Kenma’s attention is suddenly brought back to the game when he hears the sound of something being attacked, only to see his health two and a half hearts lower and Y/N standing suspiciously far away from him.

“What did you just do?”

“Huh? What?” She plays innocent almost too well. “What do you mean?”

“I’m beginning to think you killed me on purpose,” he teases as he starts making his way towards a cave he spots in the ground.

She gasps, as though she genuinely feels betrayed by his words. “Of course I didn’t mean to, I would never do something like that.”

He nods as he enters the cave, immediately running towards a vein of coal embedded into the wall. “Oh right of course. Because I totally didn’t see you aiming that fireball at me or anything the other day.” He shakes his head light heartedly as he begins collecting the coal with his own stone pickaxe.

“See I’m glad you agree with me, Kenma,” Y/N joins his side in the cave, mining the stone beside him before placing down a crafting table.

His head subconsciously tilts, “I thought you didn’t know my name.”

Kenma watches as she places a furnace next to the crafting table, “That was before.”

“Before what?” He opens the furnace when he sees it light up, his curiosity satisfied when he realizes that she’s cooking some Porkchops.

“Before I knew it. Obviously.”

“Oh duh,” Kenma makes a show of facepalming, adjusting his hand just enough to look into the lens of his camera. “Should’ve known. How could I be so dumb?”

“You tell me,” she says nonchalantly. “Isn’t that like your forte?”

Kenma pauses at her words, shifting his gaze back to his monitor as he uses his mouse to slowly turn and look at her. “What?”

“What?”

LMAOOOOO

y/n has no chill lol

STOP CUS I LOVE HER

“Did you just call me dumb?” He’s definitely hearing things, because there’s no way that the girl who was fake laughing twenty minutes ago is now teasing him like they’d been friends for years.

“What- no- I would never- I mean-,” she’s stuttering practically on purpose at this point. “Oh, iron!”

Kenma turns his character in the direction that Y/N is looking towards, eyes squinting as he leans forward in his seat to try and spot it.

And then he hears her giggle.

“Ha! Made you look!”

He sighs, rolling his eyes half-heartedly as he leans back against his chair. “You’re literally a child.”

Y/N manages to stop laughing for only a brief second, “I can’t believe you-,” her voice suddenly breaks off with a gasp as she tries to catch her breath. “Fell for it,” she’s barely even able to finish the rest of her sentence, too busy practically cackling.

Kenma finds himself chuckling along with her, even though she’s entirely making fun of him right now. But he doesn’t care, not even a little bit.

Because for the first time since they’ve met, the interaction feels real.

~~~

An hour later, Kenma’s stuck in a cave and Y/N is doing who even knows what on the surface, when his roommate walks into the room.

Y/N is in the middle of telling some elaborate story about the first time she ever played minecraft when Kenma hears his door open. He doesn’t really react at first, only glancing at his viewfinder to confirm that Kuroo’s walking into the room.

“And then-,” she abruptly stops. “Did I just hear a door open?”

Kenma would have thought that his microphone (or even discord for that matter) wouldn’t be able to pick up such a soft noise. He’s been proven wrong a lot today though.

“Yeah sorry,” he confirms as he turns to actually look at the person now entering the room. “It’s my roommate, just give me one second.” Kenma mutes himself in discord but keeps his stream’s audio on, trying not to censor Kuroo as much as he wants to. He then just decides to leave the world, knowing there’s really no way to pause an online game.

“You? Apologizing? Since when,” the older man snorts.

Kenma closes his eyes with a sigh, “Shut the fuck up.”

“That was unnecessarily harsh.”

The streamer adjusts in his seat, turning in his chair to face his roommate. “I’m still streaming, what do you want?”

His best friend frowns, “I’m bored and being swarmed by cats out there.”

“Did you get in the catnip again?” He briefly gets distracted by the sound of Y/N saying something in his headset, but isn’t able to understand anything she’s actually saying because Kuroo is speaking at the exact same time.

“It was only like this much!” He makes a small gesture with his fingers to further prove his point.

Kenma stares at the distance between his pointer finger and thumb for an unnervingly long amount of time. “Only that much huh?”

Kuroo suddenly hides his hand behind his back, “Hey don’t look at my fingers like that, you perv.”

“It’s not my fault you just happened to measure the exact length of your di-.”

“AHHH!”

Kenma flinches as he’s cut off by a blood curdling scream, his pulse skyrocketing as he frantically turns back to the game.

He somehow manages to unmute himself, his fingers clumsily controlling the mouse to log back into the world. “Holy shit are you okay?”

“Fuck- yeah sorry!” Y/N is still being loud but it’s nothing compared to the way she’d yelled only a second ago. “Jesus, I’m so sorry; that scared me so bad.”

Kenma feels himself relax against his chair, mentally sighing as he glances back at Kuroo with a clear expression of relief. “She’s good?”

“Yeah,” he nods, swallowing unsteadily. “Fuck, did you hear her?”

“Are you kidding? I think the whole street heard her,” he jokes and Kenma can’t help but smile. Leave it to his best friend to be able to relieve such a massive amount of tension with one simple sentence.

“Your roommate heard me?” Her voice practically exudes embarrassment.

He chuckles, “Yeah, I think you both gave us a heart attack.”

“Oh no,” she groans. “I’m seriously so sorry.”

“What even happened?” (Translation: what the fuck made you react like that?)

“I was just focused on building a house and then a bird or something - I don’t even know what it was - slammed against my window.” She pauses and Kenma can hear her release a deep breath. “It scared the absolute shit out of me.”

“Okay I guess that’s fair.” He feels something tap against his shoulder and turns to look at Kuroo’s questioning expression. “A bird hit her window,” Kenma elaborates for him.

His roommate suddenly laughs, “I think chat was more worried than we are.”

Oh noooooo

Poor Y/N 😥

She needs therapy after that 💀

“They like her more than both of us combined,” Kenma confirms.

Y/N makes a disapproving noise, “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

“Here wait,” Kenma says to pretty much no one as he grabs his headphone splitter and the second headset he always has on hand. After plugging everything in, he adjusts his microphone and wheels in another chair so that both men will be able to talk to her. “Okay, my roommate can hear you now by the way, Y/N.”

“Oh. Hi there roommate!”

Kenma frowns as he turns back around in game to start heading for the surface, “Why didn’t you sound that chipper earlier?”

Y/N doesn’t get a chance to respond before Kuroo does for her. “Because I’m better than you.”

Complete silence.

“You’re not even going to try to deny it huh?” He shakes his head, still trying to find his way through the maze of a cave he’d somehow managed to trap himself in.

“I don’t know; I’d feel mean if I did,” she responds without an ounce of hesitation.

“Yeah why are you forcing her to do stuff, Kenma,” Kuroo suddenly chimes in with a teasing tone.

“Fuck you Kuro. No one asked you.”

Kuroo reels back in his chair, as though Kenma had physically slapped him in the face. “Um wow okay. I can really feel the lo-.”

“Finally,” Kenma (accidentally) interrupts as he sees sunlight shining down into the cave. “I’m coming up by the way.”

“Wait, already?” Y/N sounds strangely panicked.

Kenma nods slowly even though she can’t see him. “Why,” he can’t help but feel suspicious now after her reaction.

“I haven’t finished building yet.”

He begins towering his way out of the hole, “I’m sure it’s not that ba-.” He suddenly stops as he sees a building in the distance.

“I’m sorry, you said you aren’t done?” His roommate says beside him, basically voicing Kenma's exact thoughts as he sprints towards the house.

“What the actual fuck this is amazing.” Kenma marvels as he opens what he can only assume is the front door. “How did you do this in two hours?”

Her character suddenly runs over, crouching in front of him and dropping something on the ground. “I might not be super amazing at PVP, but I’ve been building since I was in elementary school.” Kenma scoots forward to pick up the item, his eyebrows furrowing when he realizes it’s a bed.

“What’s this for?”

“I wasn’t sure which room you’d want so I just decided I’d let you pick,” she explains.

Kuroo nudges Kenma's shoulder with his own, “That was really nice of her. Right kenma?”

But he's strangely at a loss for words because he just can’t get over the fact that, “She made it red.” His head tilts, “Why’d you make it red?”

“Oh,” she seems surprised by the question. “I don’t really know. I just thought it suited you, I guess.”

“Hm,” he hums in acknowledgement, making his way over to the first room he sees and placing it beside the purple bed already placed against the wall. “Why don’t we just have the same bedroom?”

“Ooohh,” Kuroo drags out. (Kenma had completely forgotten he was there.) “Putting your bed next to her’s huh?”

Apparently they both decide that it’s better to ignore him this time because all Y/N says is, “Why would we share a bedroom?”

Kenma blinks, he thought the reason was obvious. “So then we have more room for other stuff in the house instead of constantly needing to build for more space.”

“Oh. Okay yeah that makes sense.”

His best friend suddenly reaches over to press his mute key for discord, “Kenma’s got moves guys.”

“Shut up.”

~~~

Kenma enjoys streaming with her that night. He really, really does.

But again, he’s doing this out of guilt.

Or at least that’s what he tells himself when he ends up messaging her again that very next day.

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 1 year

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If you do HC can you do HC about dating canon Levi and also Eren if you write for Eren?

anon, i really, really tried to come up with some for eren, but unfortunately, i don't think i can write/produce eren content that would be satisfactory and i don't want to provide something half-baked!!!

i hate being someone that writes for only one character, but i don't feel like i can do other characters justice

i'll still provide some for levi because levi brainrot hours are 25/8

also my GOODNESS i'm sorry it took like a month for me to write this, my brain is clearly not where it needs to be. i also went from i cant think of any :((( to pumping out like 5 without thinking why does my brain have to be like this a;ldkfj

Dating Canon!Levi Headcanons

➼ levi's love language is acts of service. we all know this. although he's not against quality time or physical touch, if you're having a hard time, you bet you can expect him to do something out of the way for you. stressed about work? he'll happily bring you a warm cup of tea as you work. got injured after an expedition and want to go outside but can't? this man will literally carry you to the top of the wall if he knew it would make you happy ➼ levi wouldn't be too thrilled about you being on the scouts, but he's not going to make too big of a deal out of it. after you all, you were an adult and you could take care of yourself. that wouldn't stop him from worrying about you when on the battlefield, though, especially after the 57th expedition ➼ if something did happen and you got hurt or levi thought you had died while outside the wall, it would shake this man. he'd either be by your side constantly or not be around at all. he'd need time to sort through all the troubling emotions that popped up within him when he thought he'd lost you. ➼ he'd eventually process, though. and when levi comes back to you, you can expect some pretty protective behavior for a little while. he won't do anything too explicit or out-of-place, like taking you off missions, but he would use his status to see if maybe he can nudge erwin just a bit to see if you could at least be closer to him during the next expedition and vice versa ➼ when you're on breaks between expeditions, levi would like to take you on top of the walls during sunset to stroll across it. it was away from the hustle and bustle of the villages within the walls and provided the two of you with some much-needed private time. ➼ i know there's a trope of you and levi needing to sneak around because you can't be dating while both being on the scouts but i dont think that has to be true. i think you'll definitely have to re-evaluate whether you can function the same on a battlefield, but i don't think erwin or pyxis are the type to keep you separated from one another unless there was an explicit beneficial reason to. ➼ after the hole in shiganshina is sealed and ventures outside the walls were possible, he'd also take you to the beach since it was a sight neither of you had gotten to explore before. levi wasn't too big of a fan of it—wet sand = mud after all—but he liked the time that he spent with you and watching a smile appear on your face every time he brought you there was enough for him to bear with it ➼ if you went with him on the marley trip before the raid on liberio, he'd love it when you dragged him to the various dating locations, grabbing ice cream, exploring tea shops, coffee shops, etc. levi might not vocalize it, but you'd be able to tell by the way his furrowed eyebrows softened or the edges of his lips slightly twitched into a small smile, or how you'd just be waiting for him and he surprises you by showing up with two ice cream cones.

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comicglitterr0909 · 6 months

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As a community we NEED a fic where William actually gets arrested at the end, like imagine a romantic reader x Afton thing and he confesses his love and reveals his truths, and at the end it’s like, reader was actually a cop and your under arrest, and it ends w William saying I would have got away with it too if it wasn’t for you meddling- you get it. :)

I FELT REALLY BAD FOR NOT RESPONDING TO THIS FOR AWHILE, BUT IVE BEEN RLLY BUSY WITH WORK AND SCHOOL. SO THIS IS THE FIRST PART, IM MAKING THE SECOND PART RN AND I LEFT YOU ON A SMALL CLIFFHANGER RN ITS OKAY THOUGH. ALSO ITS ALREADY 2.9k+ WORDS SO I NEED A PART 2.

No because that's such a good idea though too and even though I’m a massive simp for William I think he definitely needs to be humbled. THE MANIPULATOR GETS MANIPULATED WHILE ALSO READER KINDA SIMPING FOR HIM IDK I COULDNT HELP IT it still ends the way u want though >:)

Also I'm naming this "Playing with Shadows" idk it feels right.

Stuff to know: Cursing, a lil obsessiveness, reader following “gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss” mentality, reader is an fbi agent cuz idk felt like it, kind of a more creepy tone to it, this is taken place before Freddy’s is abandoned and before any of Williams kids die, but his wife is gone cause shes not important >:D

Being an FBI agent, you get your fair share or surprising things that you see. And when I got assigned to go to a small town in Utah, investigating a pizzeria, I’d say it was surprising, but that would be the least of my concerns. After arriving there, I was finally informed on what my entire job would be for the next 3 to 4 months.

My boss takes me into a private room, I sit down in front of his desk, he grabs a file, his eyes graze over it until he sighs looking back at me. “Agent y/ln. Your job is complicated, I won't lie to you. It will be an extreme mental challenge, but you're the best to do this.”

“You must first get a job interview with a man named William Afton. He is the owner of a restaurant named Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. After you get the interview you must also get the job, as a waitress there. Simple enough, but then, you will have to seduce him. That's the tough part, we believe he is responsible for the murder of 6 or more kids. We chose you not only from your skill set, but also because you look very similar to his ex-wife. He has 3 children, if you start getting along with them it might seem more attractive to him, your main goal. Get him to fall so in love with you, that he confesses the murders.”

And with that the case that would affect me more than any other, starts.

The day of the interview, it's pouring down rain outside, there are only a few cars parked outside of Freddy’s, the sound of music can be heard from outside. I walk up to the door, opening it, my eyes scanning the room. There isn’t much, it is a tuesday though, the first things I see are two parents trying to get one of their kids to leave, and the second is the giant ass animatronics on stage, well 3 of them are on stage, another fox looking one is playing with a kid. Well it would have been nice if they told me about some creepy animatronics but whatever. After looking around for a few seconds a man approaches me, he’s tall, probably 6 '4 or 6' 5, with glasses. “William Afton, you must be y/n y/ln, here for the interview?” He says to me, offering his hand for me to shake. My boss never told me what he looked like, they tried not to tell me anything about him, they thought that it would be too suspicious for the highly intelligent serial killer if I accidentally slipped up and said something about something I “didn’t” know. Either way I return the smile, shaking his hand firmly.

“Yes that's correct, it’s a pleasure to meet you!” Y’know if you ignore the fact that he is probably a psychotic, narcissistic, serial killer, then he’s actually really hot. At least it wouldn’t be that repulsive seducing him. “Follow me then and we’ll get the interview started.” I take the chance to glance around the place once more, noticing his eldest son, Micheal, leaning against the wall rolling his eyes at his brother who was crying. The fbi showed me pictures of the children so I knew which ones to try and interact with. I followed him into his office, seeing only one family photo, it had his ex-wife in it, I do actually look a lot like her, huh.

He motions me to sit in the chair in front of his desk, while walking to sit on his own. “So y/n, tell me what brings you here for the interview? Why here?” Oh right, what was I supposed to say, shit I forgot, good thing I was in theater as a kid, improvise. “Well, I really love the atmosphere of this place, even though being a waitress isn’t everyone's dream job, I think for now it would be a safe and fun job to have. I also am really good with kids so it's a plus to have them around.” Hell yeah theater kids for the win. He nods at my answer, thinking for a bit then writing something in a notepad he has, I see his gaze focus on the picture of his wife and kids then back at me, he narrows his eyes. Oh he definitely caught onto the similarities in our looks.

“Y’know what y/n, I think I’m just getting a really good feeling about you, how soon can you start?” Either my improv is so good I should retire fbi and become an actor. Or the plan is working insanely well, and he misses his ex wife so much that having me around could take his mind off it. I really wish it was the first option, it's definitely the second. “Wow! Thank you so much sir! I can start tomorrow if that’d work?” He grins standing out of his chair, I do the same and shake his hand again. “Sounds perfect.” He walks me out of the building, his hand on my shoulder, to most it would be a friendly gesture. But when you know the blood that's been on his hands, you can’t help but have chills running down your spine.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, y/n” He says, his eyes looking straight at me, it was terrifying because when I looked back into his eyes I saw nothing, but it felt like he could see everything in my eyes. I force a smile, waving and quickly walking to my car, driving away to my little apartment. I could barely sleep, my mind kept returning to the same look in his eyes, the same way a lion looks at its prey. I’m an FBI agent, I shouldn’t be this shaken by another murderer, but it just felt different, almost out of this world in some weird way, I guess it just didn’t feel real. But it was. And that’s the scary part. The other scary part was the feeling of being watched, I knew that my FBI friends were watching on cameras, only checking on me with texts, just in case William was stalking me. And that's what it felt like, the feeling of someone watching me, but I couldn’t do anything about it, I was supposed to encourage it actually. This is my job anyways, I’m safe and I’m not going to let some ,oddly attractive now that i think about it, creep scare me. So after giving myself a pep talk I was finally able to get some needed sleep.

I woke up to the annoying ass alarm going crazy, I immediately shut it off, it was a mental battle to not just go back to sleep. When I got out of bed, the feeling of being watched was gone, which told me that William was most likely watching me last night, never gonna get used to that. After I get ready, put on the mini mic that records any conversations I have, and make myself look like a potential murderers ex wife, I head out the door, ready to start my “new job” at a totally wholesome children's place.

When I get there and walk through the doors I notice William was waiting for me, he smiles welcomely and pats my back. “y/n! So great to see you, are you ready to start your new job?” I smile back at him, at least it seems like he's in a good mood today, not a creepy kill all mood. No wait, he’s still probably in that mood. “Yeah, I’m really excited, thank you again for hiring me, I appreciate so, so much Mr Afton.” “Ah, you're welcome! I think you’ll be a great addition to have around.” He leads me towards the kitchen where a sleep deprived male teen who looks like he’s high, (he is) is lazily defrosting pizza dough and another worker, some 60 year old Betty is cutting and putting ingredients into containers. Basic pizza prep. When I walk into the kitchen, Williams hands still on my back, the 60 year old looks up and HARD glares at me. Bitch. I think Wiliam saw how hard Betty or whatever was glaring at me, so he tries to lift the mood. “Bethenny, Aaron, this is y/n, they are our new waitress so you don’t have to keep bringing the food out yourselves!” Bethenny, I was close enough. She looks more like the child murderer. “Hey.” Aaron says, even though he’s high, he looks pretty nice, he’s smiling at me. I wave at him politely while Bitcheny is still glaring at me, not saying a word. “Alright team! Well get to know each other cause y/n’s gonna be here awhile!” That's condescending, oh well. I try to be nice and smile at Bigassbetty and she has no reaction besides looking away and going back to chopping up vegetables. William finally takes his hands off my back and says good luck while walking back to his office. “Hey… guess I should introduce myself, my name is Aaron, it's nice to meet you.” Aaron says coming up to me with a friendly (high) smile. I greet him, trying to be friendly, and trying not to be repulsed by the strong smell of vape coming off of him. “Hey, i’m y/n, it's nice to see a *friendly* face.” I say, glaring at Betty while saying friendly. “Oh haha yeah, don’t mind her, she's just some grumpy bitch.” I laugh with him and Bethenny rolls her eyes. We keep talking for a bit while I try to help prep the kitchen before Freddy’s opens. Once it does, a surprising amount of kids come in, even more surprising because it's Wednesday.

Food quickly starts getting made, along with kids screaming and laughing and running around. I bring my first pizza order over to a table, smiling nicely at anyone who looks at me, getting mostly smiles back. A few hours pass and I finally get to hang out . It's not that hard, it's just bringing food to people and trying not to kick children who get in your way. As I’m bringing food to a table I notice a woman who looks a lot like me walk in with three kids, pushing them in with an even more bitchy look than Bethenny and leaving. Oh shit, those are Aftons kids. I put the pizza down, checking my watch, perfect timing, I'm on break now, which means I need to try and interact with the kids. I got a little information on some of the kids, I know Micheal is the oldest, he's a punk and a rebel, and he’d probably follow me around like a lost puppy if I offered him a smoke and talked to him about star wars, easy enough. Evan hates Freddy’s, so I’d probably need to comfort him and try to calm him down, make him laugh and cheer him up. Then Elizabeth, I could probably act like I found a barbie and give it to her saying “I couldn’t find the owner.” All pretty easy, hopefully.

I decided to try and talk to Micheal first. I figured if the other siblings saw him laughing and talking to me, it would make it easier to talk to them. I waited for Micheal to get tired of his crying brother, as he walked outside. I quickly grab a smoke from my bag and head outside, I see William watch me with an intimidating grin as I wave at him and go outside. Once I get out their Micheal is already side-eyeing me, obviously suspicious and wary if I would snitch on him for smoking, that's until I pull out my own and quickly light it, I glance at him seeing his suspicion fall and his face become more relaxed. I noticed he doesn’t his lighter isn’t working, great for me. “Need me to light it for ya?” I say smiling at him, offering my lighter. He grins and nods. “Yeah, thanks” I nod and cup my hands over his cigarette, quickly lighting it as we both stand outside silently smoking. “So you're the new waitress here right?” I’m glad he started the conversation, to be honest I had no clue what to say. “Yeah, just got here today, I’d say it's going pretty well.” He chuckles while taking a puff of his cigarette. “Hah, just wait till the weekend, it's like hell, way too many kids in one spot.” I grin, “It gets worse than this?!” I say jokingly as we both laugh a bit, I see he has a star wars shirt on. “Who’s your favorite star wars character?” He smiles wide, clearly excited to talk about it. “Oh definitely Anakin, what's your Princess Leia or something?” He jokes. “Hell no (your fav star wars character) is where it's at.” (If it's Princess Leia, sorry lmao). We stay out there for 10 minutes until we walk back inside, discarding the smokes, and continuing to argue about star wars while inside, which is good because William sees me talking and laughing with him. After my break ends I go back to working, occasionally stopping to talk to Micheal, and like I said he’s basically following me around all day. At the end of the day, I help clean up the kitchen a bit, the only three kids left are Aftons. Micheal looks like he’s waiting for me, clearly already attached to me, guess I’m good at my job. I can’t help but feel bad though, if we do catch William, these kids will hate me. It's all a part of the job. I finish cleaning walking out where William greets me with a big smile, I kinda wanna see what he looks like when hes not smiling, because its really fucking creepy that I haven’t seen him do anything but smile. “Y/N! You did great today, I was right, you make a perfect fit!” I see Micheal nod in agreement, William also sees that, somehow he seems even more happy and smiley than just a moment ago. “Ah I see you have met my brilliant son Micheal! He’s quite the kid eh?” God he really is obsessed with trying to make me their new mom. “Yeah well he certainly knows way too much about star wars.” I joke, Micheals face heats up with embarrassment. “Hey! I can like things!” He laughs and I laugh with him, William doesn’t take his eyes off me, he looks like he’s thinking, deciding something, and whatever it is, is about me.

The smallest son then comes up to me, Evan, and just holds onto my leg, wrapping his arms and legs around my leg. I raise an eyebrow and awkwardly laugh, not knowing what to do. Micheal starts laughing really hard, and William is chuckling. “Evan, let's get off of y/n now eh kid, they’ve got places to be.” Evan pouts and holds tighter onto my leg. That's when I start laughing, Elizabeth grins evilly and takes the chance to run over and grab my other leg. William and Micheal start to try and pry them off of me, we are all laughing. Like a family. I lose my balance and stumble back, falling, the kids both instinctively let go so they don't get hurt, before I can fall on the floor William catches me.

Look I know he’s a child murder but with a 6 '4 sexy tumblrman catching me like that, I'm gonna blush a little. And he lifted me back up like it was nothing, I love a strong man. WOAH pause, I am not gonna fall for a killer. Wait, there is still a small chance this could be a misunderstanding, no, I have to remember how creepy he is, like I get bad vibes from him. Then again I get bad vibes from all men. “You alright y/n” Oh shit right, I forgot where I was for a moment. “Yeah haha, thanks, at least we got them off right?” I grin and laugh with them all. Evan tugs on William's pant leg, motioning for him to bend down so Evan can whisper something to him, William does so. He starts laughing and stands back up. “Evan was wondering if you wanted to come have dinner with us sometime.” I smile and nod. “I would love to!” The family lights up, all of them smiling. “How about tomorrow, can’t you just close Freddy’s a bit earlier Dad?” Micheal suggests. “That's a great idea kiddo, how does that sound to you y/n?” The plan is working perfectly. Well, almost perfectly, I’m getting attached to this family, even the guy who might be a murderer. I part of me is wishing, that its all a misunderstanding, that some other fucked up guy killed or took those kids, that this family is perfectly fine and I could fit right in. But the other part of me knows I need to stick to the job, and that fucking sucks.

“That works perfectly, I will see you all tomorrow!”

And with that I wave goodbye to the Afton family, before driving back to my apartment, staring at the ceiling before somehow falling asleep.

ALRIGHT GUYS ILL TRY AND GET PART 2 OUT ASAP 😭

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gracie7209 · 9 months

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Amaryllis Epilogue

Pairing: Frankie x f!Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluffy-fluff, reflection- (of more than one sort? I’m on one today. Don’t mind me lol), happiness, loved ones, we get to meet Reader’s momma! (Her English isn’t great so we will see her and Reader speaking Spanish) tiny sliver of angst? Lemme know if I forgot anything!

Summary: Just before your lives are set to change yet again, you and Frankie each get a moment alone to reflect on how life has brought you to where you are now. Santi saves the day yet again!

A/N: Guys…… This is it! We have officially officially reached the end of this story and I’m a whole mess of emotions. The has been such a labor of love and learning for me. It’s my very first fic and also the very first piece of writing I have ever shared with anyone. As previously mentioned, I have several new WIPs and I cannot WAIT to get to work on them! For everyone who has commented, liked, reblogged, asked questions or shown even the tiniest bit of love for my little story, I just want to thank you with everything I have. I have wanted to write since I was little, but could never put pen to paper until I forced myself to write a little 100 word Drabble, which literally turned into this series. The Pedro fandom alone has literally changed my life in so many ways and I will forever be grateful. So anyways....... Thank you all so much!!!!

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When he sees himself in the mirror, Frankie is all nerves.

Checking and rechecking his hair, making sure his tie isn’t crooked… worrying the little patch in his scruffy beard that refuses to fill in.

His palms are sweating and his stomach is doing flips, but he’s unbelievably HAPPY.

He never thought he would be here. Never thought he would ever want to be doing this, but you had changed his way of thinking in more ways than one.

It had always terrified him to feel as though he were tied to something. Or so he thought…

In reality, he never felt he was worth enough for someone to ever want to be tied to him. The things he had done, the horrors he’d seen? The nightmares he still endured would run off anyone who might be even the slightest bit interested. Damaged…

Valid.

He was damaged. There was no way to come out from that other side and not be. But to those who weren’t there? Ones who could never understand what he’d been through? They would only pity him and he didn’t want that.

He just wanted understanding. Wanted someone to accept him as he was, without trying to fix him.

And then there was you. You never looked at him like he was damaged. You knew about things and yet you never held anything against him. You knew the atrocities he’d seen and those he had committed, yet you never backed away from him or looked down on him.

From the beginning, Frankie felt a connection to you. He didn’t know what you’d been through at the time, but there was an understanding there - “We’re not defined by our experiences Frankie,” you’d tell him.

“We simply learn from our mistakes, grow into better people, and if we are genuine, that’s all that really matters. —You yourself told me something similar at one time, remember?”

Frankie smirks at the memory. Shaking his head, as he gets back to the task at hand.

...

He doesn’t think he can tie it any better, so he takes one final look, takes a deep breath and smiles at himself in the oversized mirror. Just a small half smile, knowing that what he was about to do was going to change his life forever….

And he was ready.

—

It doesn’t start to sink in until about ten minutes beforehand that you are actually going to marry Frankie today. You’re in the small guest room, waiting for your mother to stop fussing over you already and to let you look in the mirror. “Mija, todo tiene que ser perfecta!” (Everything has to be perfect)

“Mamà, está bien... ¿puedo mirar ahora? Ya casi es hora de irse..." (It’s ok….. can I look now? It’s almost time to go…)” There’s no malice in your tone as your mouth turns up into a silly smile that you just can’t seem to hold back.

“Ah, si mi hermosa luz, creo que estes lista. Ven agora, and a y mira.”(Ah yes my beautiful light, I believe you are ready. Come now, go ahead and look.)

You stand up and slowly walk over to the full length mirror. The look on your face doesn’t at all match the sheer joy you feel in your chest. The initial shock wears off, but the weight of the moment hits you then; You’re marrying Frankie today. This incredible man who barreled his way into your life and decided he wanted to stay.

To see yourself in your mother’s wedding gown and jewelry, knowing that Frankie was waiting for you had your eyes welling up with tears. You silently prayed they stayed put as your mother had fussed with your makeup for a small eternity and Lord help you if you messed it up. So, you forced the tears back, albeit they were happy, joyous, singing to the choir tears that would surely fall once everything was said and done. You were more certain now in this choice, in Frankie, than at any other time in your life..

You gave yourself one final look in the mirror before turning back to your mother. Grabbing her small hands in yours and kissing her forehead, you silently thanked her for everything she had done for you; today and everyday.

“Ok Mija?”

“Si Mamà, Estoy lista.” (Yes, I’m ready.)

—

The ceremony was modest, with only close family and friends in attendance, but you were blessed beyond reason.

Those in attendance included your mother, who had brought along your Aunt and your two little cousins all the way from Cuba. You hadn’t seen her in ages, and this was the first time you’d gotten the chance to meet the little ones.

Frankie’s Mom and Step-Dad had flown in from Texas along with his older sister, which had been a surprise to the both of you, having never gotten to meet them prior. They welcomed you with nothing but warmth and love. Your previous apprehension at making a good impression, falling away the moment his mother wrapped you in her arms as she introduced herself.

She also took little to no time in latching onto your and soon-to-be Frankie’s son, her Grandson. Who she happily spoiled rotten from the get go and volunteered to be in charge of during the ceremony, giving your own mother a well deserved break as she had been deemed (by herself) as the primary babysitter.

And of course, Santi, Will and Benny were front and center. They would’ve all been groomsmen if you and Frankie had decided to have a wedding party. Instead you both opted for just a simple service. Santi would still supply the rings, but aside from the preacher, it would only be you and Frankie standing at the altar.

—

It was time.

You took a deep breath in, and let it out slowly as you turned the small corner to make your way to Frankie.

As you slowly made your way down the aisle, you didn’t expect to become breathless at the sight before you.

The expectation was that, the Bride-to-be would walk in and a hush would wash itself throughout the room. All eyes on her as she made her way to alter to join her fiancé.

You were sure your anxiety would rear its ugly head at being the center of attention, and had tried to give yourself a pep talk before walking inside. However, the moment you laid eyes on Frankie, you nearly stopped in your tracks.

You realized at that moment that you had never seen Frankie wear anything remotely resembling dress attire, let alone a suit and tie.

It was always jeans and a t-shirt, jacket when necessary and work boots… always work boots. He looked good on any given day and there had never been an occasion up until that point for him to “dress up.” But, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him…

His hair was still a disheveled mess of curls that you loved to run your fingers through. Not too long, but long enough that the ends would curl behind his ears. He just wouldn’t be Frankie without them, so you were grateful he didn’t try to tame them back. He was also wearing his glasses, which he had been trying to wear more and more these days as he couldn’t stand to wear his contacts after having gone without them for so long.

His tux was your normal coat and pants, but completely white, with a black bowtie and shoes with a shine that could blind a person if they got too close. You don’t think you have ever seen someone so beautiful in your life and he was yours.

You had managed to keep your pace steady all the way to the alter, even though you had half a mind to just run and get yourself there that much faster. Your mother was waiting up front to take your bouquet and give you over to the man you truly wanted to spend your life with. She kissed your cheek before turning to Frankie and offering him your hand. As he took it she wrapped both yours and Frankie’s hands in hers, saying she loved you both and giving a firm squeeze before letting you go and sitting back down at her seat in the front.

Frankie took both of your hands and whispered from under his messy bangs, “Are you ready?”

You couldn’t speak so you just nodded, trying not to cry before the preacher even had a chance to talk.

You tried to concentrate on the words being said, the prayer being read to the audience, but you could only focus on Frankie’s smile and his thumbs rubbing reassuring circles into your hands. You didn’t know why you were so nervous, but ultimately, it didn’t matter. Frankie was sure as stone and after you both repeated your vows and placed the rings on each others’ fingers, Frankie lifted your veil, seeing your lips quirk up into a smile and he kissed you. In front of all of the people who mattered to you the most in this world.

His kiss was equal parts strong and soft with his hand coming to your cheek while the other wrapped around your waist. You didn’t dip, but he held almost all of your weight as he put his entire life into that kiss. Letting you and everyone else know that you were it for him.

—

When you both came up for air, there was nothing but big smiles and happy tears from everyone around. Benny was hooping and hollering, and even Will had his hand to his mouth letting out a piercing whistle that echoed throughout the church. Santi was clapping along with the others, with an almost forlorn expression that seamlessly slipped back into a playful smile once Benny clapped him on the shoulder, joining in with everyone else in raining congratulations on the happy couple. Frankie took your hand and raised them both entwined up toward the sky as you walked back down the aisle, side by side, as husband and wife. The both of you more than ready to begin this new chapter in your lives.

Together.

—

Two hours earlier -

“Rings, rings…. Uh, shit!” Santi is looking around frantically, shuffling papers and patting down his pockets, seemingly having misplaced the rings he was in charge of.

“Haha, very funny pendejo…. Now’s really not the time to be fuckin’ around…” Frankie’s voice is playful, but when he looks over at Santi, he sees the panic starting to set in.

“Fuck man, seriously? You had one job… !” Frankie is pacing now alongside Santi as they both desperately search for the missing rings.

“Wait!! Wait, oh! Shit haha, we’re good, we’re good, man. We're fine, everything's fine... I just left them on the kitchen table after I grabbed the mail this morning. I only live like ten minutes away from here, I’ll be right back!”

“Jesus Pope! I about lost my goddamn ass over here man… Shit, just go grab them and come straight back, ok?”

“Alright, alright…. You need anything else while I’m out?”

“For fucks sake Pope! Just go!”

“Yep, yep on it!” At that, Santi runs out the door, leaving Frankie to his thoughts for the moment.

He sits down on the little couch in the sitting area and puts his head in his hands. He’s nervous and he wants this day to go perfectly, but he actually starts to laugh when he thinks about the circumstances.

All of this fuss over rings, when in reality, they were just a symbol. A token to show the world that you were his person, and he was yours. And even if Pope had lost them, it honestly wouldn’t change a thing. He was marrying you today, with or without a ring, and he could hardly wait.

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It only takes Santi about eight minutes to get to his place. Possibly breaking a few speed limits to do so, but he did not want to be the cause of something ruining this day for either of you.

He goes inside and sees the ring boxes sitting right there on the table next to the untouched pile of mail. He lets out a deep breath, muttering under his breath, "Thank you, God!" Checking inside each box, making absolutely sure he had everything before putting them safely in his jacket pocket. Picking up the stack of mail, he quickly skims through it out of habit. Finding an envelope in the mix with only his name and address handwritten on the front with no return address.

He carefully opens it, revealing a small slip of folded paper. On the inside is a jumbled set of numbers and symbols…

Ones that he recognizes instantly—

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Coordinates.

Coordinates to the money stolen out of the walls of Lorea’s house before it was burned to the ground. Money that was dumped in a ravine to get rid of extra weight that made flying too dangerous. Coordinates that only he, Will, and Benny knew about. Aside from one other person.

Tom.

Tom had found the money.

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A/N: Whoops!

*But seriously, from the bottom of my heart, thank you all for reading. It absolutely means the world to me 🥹

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bonny-kookoo · 11 months

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Jimin

𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 [Intro]

In which temptation isn't all that tempting any longer when you give into it every time, and forevers aren't really forever at all.

Main Tags/Warnings: Vampire!Jimin x Reader, Enemies to lovers, mentions of 'being high' (drug usage in a way), mentions of one night stand

Length: 1.1k words

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A/N: hello hi its been a while since I've written Jimin content

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If Jimin was to be described as a sin, he'd be gluttony for sure.

He doesn't deny himself anything, is known to be one to go to if you just want to indulge in nothing but mindless pleasure. He still goes to bloodbanks just to the government doesn't get any whiff of what he's doing behind closed door- but he technically doesn't have to. He gets all the blood he could ever want whenever he wants- more than enough.

A knock is heard on his front door. He gets up slowly, still drowsy from both sleep and his most recent blood high.

His highs, these days, are all disappointing however. Be it his blood high or any kind of orgasm he experiences- it's all just empty. It sours his mood greatly, makes him easily irritated- but it might also be just a sideffect from overconsumption. So when he opens the door he's ready to complain- but he sees no one?

Oh. You're short.

"I- uh-" You stammer, gaze locked onto his naked upper body for a second, before you seem to catch yourself again. "My- my friend stayed over at.. your place and.." You mumble, growing especially uneasy it seems once Jimin leans against the side of his door, mood having switched entirely as he watches you squirm around in front of him. He's always had a thing for shy girls- they always turn out to be the most adventurous later on. "..we have a presentation in like.. an hour and she- didn't text me back so?" You worry, and he chuckles.

"Come in." He simply nods inside, pushing himself off the side of his door. "I'll go wake her up. You can wait here." He tells you, pointing towards a very luxurious looking sofa. You sit down quietly, on the very edge of it- definitely on edge because you're going to be late, and you hate being late. You can hear someone get up and into the shower, before Jimin returns to the living room, laughing at the way you sit, finally at least somewhat covered by a dark red morning robe of some sorts.

Though it's pretty useless, considering he barely tied it shut at all.

"Don't be so tense, darling." He teases, walking towards his kitchenette to grab some water from his fridge. "So, what's that presentation about?" He asks, and you look at your hands rather than him as you think about it. Only now does he notice you've actually taken off your shoes at the front door.

So polite, he thinks to himself. Adorable.

"I uh.. it's, kind of, confidential.." You say, and he walks closer to you, boldly sitting down next to you on his sofa, a lot more relaxed than you are. It makes sense- after all, this is his home, his place, you're simply a guest right now.

"Aw, you can tell me!" He jokes, taking a sip of his water. "I promise I won't tell." He hums charmimgly, watching you with interest.

"No." You deny however, and he feels something bubble up inside him. It's excitement. It's something new.

You're something new.

"Hm, alright then." He shrugs, still looking at you. "Say, have you ever been bitten before?" He asks, and your eyes widen, before you shake your head. "Cute. You look like it, too." He comments.

"What's.. that supposed to mean." You complain, and he chuckles.

"Nothing bad." He promises. "Maybe if I ask nicely, you'll let me have a taste?" He wonders, but much to his surprise, you don't seem at all convinced.

"I'd rather not." You say, looking over at the bedroom where the connected bathroom has opened again. "I'm not interested in these things." You say, and he nods.

"No shame in being traditional I guess." He shrugs. "A bit boring for my taste, but no judgement on my side." He lifts his hands almost in defeat, and you just stay silent.

It's not like you're boring or anything. You just don't want to be used like that anymore.

"Though there's more to it, hm?" Jimin seems to smell your inner turmoil, making you fidget a bit on your spot, fingers playing with the hem of your skirt. He's about to say something when your friend suddenly emerges from the bedroom, making you get up immediately- something that frustrates him yet again. It's not like he had a bad time with your friend- not at all, but she's been nothing but the same as he always gets.

You on the other hand, look like you might be something new.

Something exciting.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry-" You friend whines, searching for her jacket. "-I completely forgot, holy shit, fuck!" She curses, making you giggle a bit to yourself- a sound Jimin instantly picks up on.

"It's fine, don't rush." You comfort her, walking closer to her as if to escape from the vampire in the house. "I have some clothes in my car you can change into at work." You tell her, and she turns towards you to hug you tightly, playfully kissing the side of your cheek. Jimin wonders if you like tender gestures like these.

You'd probably enjoy it slow and sensual, romantic even. Not something he usually goes for- but he could make an exception for you, if you'd let him.

"You're an angel, you know that?" She says, picking up her shoes to slip them back on. "Oh, Jimin- uh" She starts, but he waves her off.

"No worries." He tells her, aware that situations like these tend to be awkward for anyone. "Good luck on your super secret presentation." The vampire teases, and your friend giggles.

"Oh it's about-" She starts, but you hold your hand over her mouth, which looks hilarious considering your friend's height.

Jimin laughs. You're cute. You probably taste sugary sweet, he thinks.

"Say, I know you're not like that." He quotes you, walking closer. "But-"

"No." You tell him yet again, smile gone from your face, before you open the door. "Goodbye. Thank you for taking care of her." You bow politely, before you leave his home, and him behind.

Jimin always gets what he wants.

He's a master manipulator, after all, well skilled in the arts of persuasion. He always gets what he wants and whoever he wants. He doesn't run after anyone. He doesn't have to chase shit if he doesn't want to.

But this time, it seems like the hunt is on.

And his prey is you.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #park jimin imagine #jimin imagine #jimin x reader #park jimin x reader

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clara-maybe-ontheroad · 9 months

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Random thoughts about Sand/Ray (Only Friends ep 1)

Rewatched the first episode of Only Friends and I have a few (many) random thoughts, here are just the ones about Ray and Sand because they deserved a whole post (everyone else is in this other post) :

Ray mentions his dad in the first scene we ever see him in, getting mad at Sand who told him not to be a burden on other people and replying "are you my father ?"... Foreshadowing much ?

The first interaction between Ray and Sand ends with Sand telling Mew to take care of his friend, and you believe that's what Mew is doing but then next party he abandons him

Ray throwing up and his friends immediately letting him go and pushing him away is... funny in the context of the scene but again I think telling us something about how they're all going to treat him

(Sand/First opening and closing the intro is *chef's kiss*, he's not the main character clearly but as an outsider and a "morally straight" guy he's going to be a force to shake things up I'm sure)

Sand and Ray's second interaction immediately revolves around once again Ray being a burden but also Ray's friends not being present enough for him and Sand disapproves of both

Did Ray already drink and drive before this ? Did anyone stop him before?

Ray's throw up sound in this episode are truly awful and make me quite uncomfortable. Good acting though

Him immediately passing out on a random man's shoulder after being taken to this stranger's place does imply a worrying lack of survival instinct. Baby he could steal your livers ! or what's left of it

(The owner of YOLO bar is Yo, as reiterated many times by Ray and Sand, and given how often he's mentioned he must have a role in the story, but he's hasn't shown up yet ?) (Edit : didn't know Yo was played by Jennie so we have actually seen her around, just haven't gotten a proper scene with her, looking forward to really meeting her !)

Ray becoming aggressive and accusing Sand of stealing his stuff only after Sand says he didn't sleep with him and didn't even consider it seems to indicate that Ray truly thinks people can only take an interest in him for sex or for money. Arf this continues to get more sad

The fact that Ray actually checks his pockets when Sand gives him back his clothes is so indicative of what's actually important to him : not his safety or consent but his material possessions and external signs of wealth

Ray complaining to Mew that he got kicked out by Sand for no reasons is so rich, but again I think Ray truly doesn't realise how what he said was offensive because he's so closed in his own bubble

But Mew saying he thought Boston was taking care of Ray when he literally just asked Ray how he got home last night and knew that Boston refused to take care of Ray is so hypocritical ?! And goes to show he wasn't really bothered to make sure Ray had a way to go home safely. He assumed he'd be fine on his own and didn't care that much

Ray sad that his crush is talking to someone else and driving home alone in his fancy car in a tee shirt that says "Poor Boy" is High Comedy

Boston asking Ray why doesn't he just become Mew's boyfriend was such a dick move, but also Ray is so convincing at denying he would be ? Is it because he's so used to lying about this, or because he doesn't think he's worth Mew's affection so he doesn't even dream of being his boyfriend ?

Ray does have a habit of just exiting the situation for something that his friend all excuse as being one of his addictions (drinking, smoking) and they don't even try to stop him

Sand tells Ray he has his lighter because he got him drunk and stole from him with such confidence I don't care that he's joking he could be telling the truth and I'd find it hot

The moment Sand actually gets visibly angry is when Ray tells him that Sand caring is "boyfriend behaviors" and that's telling on how Sand is disgusted with the idea of being his boyfriend but also resents the fact that caring about being respected is something only boyfriends do... when in fact people who are only friends can too ! (see what I did there)

That dialogue between them does illustrate the power of not just saying sorry, but saying thank you. Which is an actual thing I try to apply in my own life so I thank the show for reminding me haha

the softness in the voice of Sand when he then says "obviously" and agrees to give his lighter to Ray made me melt

Ray's eyes during the whole scene are truly so seductive, Khao does know his fuck me eyes very well

There's no conclusion except to say Sand is going to get fucked by Ray in more ways than one and I'm looking forward to it

#ofts random thoughts #firstkhao #sand x ray #only friends the series #first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat #bl shows #thai bl #current watchlist

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tomorrowsdrama · 3 months

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I just finished Re-reading The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir and omg it’s just amazing the second time around. Technically, this would be my first time reading it completely. The first time I read it, I got distracted at around the 90% mark and didn’t finish.

But omg I love this web novel so much. The characters are so flawed and complex and human! Trash Man aka Ning Yuxuan probably had the best character arc out of all the characters. I loved hating him in the beginning when he truly was a trash man. And then I gleefully laughed when Ji Man threw him for a loop and didn’t make life easy for him. Then I relished in his suffering as he had to grovel and work his ass off to try to win Ji Man’s heart only to fail. After that, I felt bad for him as he desperately tried to get Ji Man to open up her heart a bit. Then that turned to rooting for him to get the girl and also wanting to shake some sense into Ji Man. And finally, I swooned and awwed seeing the lengths he went to to protect Ji Man and give her a peaceful life. If you’re going to get swept up in a fight for the throne and dangerous political intrigue, Trash Man is definitely the person you want to be with!

The level of scheming and many layers of planning this man did was truly frightening albeit highly effective.

This line especially stuck out to me:

““Right now, was this considered a meeting of villains that were colluding together?”

Because viewed from a different perspective, Trash Man and Ji Man could definitely be the antagonists in another story bahahaha. I loved that Trash Man had once considered taking the throne for himself but only turned down the idea because of some weird clan rule that said his clan’s descendants could never ascend to the throne. He certainly could have usurped the throne several times easily.

And Ji Man! What a great main character. Just like Trash Man, she is frighteningly competent and not someone you want to mess with. I like that she doesn’t go after people unless they harmed her first. Oh boy does she hold a grudge and will do anything to get her revenge. What’s great about her is that she’s not omnipotent and gets into trouble/makes mistakes/misreads situations. She has a bit of an advantage since she knows some of the story’s plot and has her knowledge from modern times, but that isn’t always enough to keep her safe or out of trouble. That’s so refreshing to see in a transmigrator story!

And the side characters! I don’t know how this author did it but they got me to care about the side characters. I even teared up while reading the death scene of the second prince and his wife Pengyue. This author really has a way with words because I could totally imagine how the second prince looked and sounded as he dragged his body over to his wife’s bed, not realizing that she’s already dead. And the whole time he’s “berating” her for seemingly betraying him, he’s also making excuses for her and already talking about how she’ll have to make it to him. We didn’t get too many details about their relationship, but the author easily conveyed how much he loved Pengyue in just that one scene. I would totally read a story or watch a drama just about those two.

I was invested throughout the entire novel even though it’s super long at over 500 chapters. It’s THAT good. That’s why it pains me to think about that abomination of an adaptation. I haven’t seen it, but just by the trailers alone, I could tell it would not do the story justice. There are too many plot lines in this story that would not pass censorship. I mean, Ning Yuxuan was responsible for raising up and then dethroning three different emperors one after the other. No way would the censors have allowed that. But even if we were to put that aside, there’s just too much stuff to fit into 38 episodes.

Anyway, read it, loved it, would absolutely recommend it you’re into transmigrator stories. Now I’m off to read the bonus chapters.

#the dreamer in the spring boudoir #cnovel

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moraygrotto · 4 months

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Fic time!!!!!

In 2023, I was lucky enough to reach 1,500 followers! As a celebration, I held a series of polls determining the main character, pairing, and kinks of a celebratory fanfic :) The winning combination was Ruggiе x Reader, with starving-to-stuffed feeding, and here it is~

I decided to place this fic in a fantasy/steampunk AU, where reader is an attendant at a public temple, and Ruggiе is a gentleman thief. It's also not explicitly romantic, though reader-chan & Ruggiе do both wish to be closer to each other :)

Thanks again to all who participated in the polls, and please enjoy!!!

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Working night duty at the temple, your friends were a motley few. Only a select number of the city’s citizenry were allowed within the stately, glass-tiled stone walls at night, but that did not stop attendants such as yourself from making friends atop the entryway’s steps, or over the back garden walls.

The moment you stepped outside to empty the ashes you had collected from the temple’s censers, you knew the figure you spotted was not in the mood for any such socializing.

At first, you mistook him for a pile of black cloth; as you set the bowl of ashes down and ran up to him, you spotted a thick head of straw-colored hair and two hyena’s ears, catching the light of the moon in a way the back fabric that nearly buried them could not. He was slumped, motionless, over the steps, face obscured by a black bandana, arms and legs covered by long sleeves extending from underneath his tunic.

Even like this, you recognized this fallen figure to be Ruggie Bucchi. Crouching down to his level, you could barely breathe. You had not seen him in months.

“Hey,” you said softly, shaking his shoulder. “Hey, Ruggie. It’s me. Can you hear me?”

Ever so slightly, he moved.

“Yeah, you’re safe,” you assured him. “I’m gonna take you inside. Can you stand?”

He strained slightly, then flopped back onto the steps. You would have to bring him inside yourself.

“Tell me if what I’m doing hurts anywhere,” you said, snaking your arms around him and lifting him up against you.

A small sound was coming from him—Ruggie’s raspy voice, you realized.

“—not hurt. You can…” He drew a thin breath in as you scooped his skinny body up into your arms. “Thanks for… I really owe you… think I’d fall over if I tried to stand right now.”

“Oh, Ruggie, what happened?” you said, hurrying him back into the warm, sheltered interior of the temple.

“D’you hear… the factory?”

“No,” you replied. As the night attendant at a temple, you were one of the least informed people in the city.

“...a big fire,” Ruggie mumbled, jostling in your arms as you trotted through the shadowed halls. “A handful a’ kids lost their parents. I—someone—tell you more later; I—” He went silent, breaths growing shallow.

Since you slept downstairs in a one-room dormitory with the other temple workers, you could not take him to any resting place of your own without both disturbing the others and risking Ruggie’s privacy. Instead, you took him to a small chamber at the corner of the building, bordering the garden, used for special ceremonies.

Inside, there was a blanket draped over a stone bench, which you lay him down upon, as well as a lantern atop an herb-strewn wooden table, which you lit.

“Will you be okay here?” you asked. “Any first aid I should do before getting you some water from the kitchen?”

Ruggie had been still as you spoke, but both his ears twitched at this last word. “Kitchen,” he repeated, voice shallow and groggy. “...you could… bring me back some food; I’d be…”

“Of course,” you replied, and bustled out of the room.

Outside of the temple, the people you befriended were an interesting lot—courtesans, witches, and the occasional street urchin all took kindly to the temple’s presence, as did the city’s king—whose police force, however, begrudged the institutional privileges you held.

Ruggie Bucchi, with regard to the friends he kept and hours he prowled, was very similar to you. Having grown up poor and struggled into adulthood, he sympathized with the city folk in poverty, and did whatever he could, by any means necessary, to help out his fellows.

Years ago, when you first confided in a fellow attendant that you had met Ruggie Bucchi, they sighed in manifest jealousy, telling you that they had only ever heard his name in impassioned whispers. Now, the very same hero of the shadows was lying, barely conscious, in a little room in your temple.

Arms full of a jug of water and several dishes of leftover food, you rushed back to him.

He startled awake when you returned, wide eyes zeroing in on you as he spoke your name.

Even among the countless people he knew, he still remembered your name.

“Ugh, you’re the best,” he said, and tried to hoist himself to a seated position, but his arms quivered, and he toppled back onto his side. He groaned.

Assuring him that he need not strain, you awkwardly set the food down upon the ceremonial table—sacrilegious, but this was an emergency; nobody would spite you—and sat beside him carrying only the jug of water.

Ruggie made a small noise, ears flicking as you eased his head onto your lap. “Stay with me,” you said. “Here, I’ll give you some water; try not to choke.”

As neatly as you could manage, you poured a small splash into your palm, before pulling down Ruggie’s bandana to reveal his mouth. He was panting weakly, and in the small shaft of moonlight shining through the chamber’s only window, his tongue looked almost white.

Carefully, then, you let a trickle of water down between his open lips.

With astounding ease, Ruggie lapped it up, not coughing nor sputtering at all. Once the palmful was finished, he leaned up, eyes glittering, tongue out as if he wanted to lick your hand itself, then faltered, squeezing his eyes shut, and relaxing the weight of his head back into your lap.

“Thanks,” he breathed through shimmering lips. “More—please.”

You repeated the process a few more times, and as he drank, his stomach let out a long, sputtering growl.

“How long has it been since you’ve had anything to eat or drink?” you said.

“Not that long,” Ruggie said, and let out a wet cough. “But—hang on…” Still quavering slightly, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, flung one skinny arm around you, and used you as support to sit up. A thin breath hissed out of him as he took the water jug from your hands. “We’ve had to boil water,” he said, “firewood and food’s really hard to come by. I’ve had some, but—” He paused to take a thick, gulping drink, belly softly bickering under the fresh deluge to his stomach.

“Boil water?” you said. “You don’t have fuel for fire? Where is this?”

Ruggie finished his greedy sip, and peered down into the jug, a look of simple pleasure dawning on his face. A rough, gurgling belch trailed out of him before he could respond, and he wiped his mouth again. “‘Scuse me,” he mewled, and you could hear the newfound lubrication in his throat. “Um, below the factory. There’s a big basement down there, and it connects to a couple tunnels below the city.” He gave a troubled sigh, and took another sip.

“What happened was,” he said, beginning to idly rub his tummy while he kept staring down into the water, “a bunch of the factory’s workers died when the building caught fire. Some of them had kids, and the factory owners said they would only help support them if they themselves came to work there.”

You blinked. “Aren’t any of the kids too little to work?”

Ruggie gave a single, sardonic laugh. “Bossman doesn’t care.”

“That’s terrible!” you said.

“Yeah, duh,” Ruggie replied. “A few of the builders who are working to fix the place back up think so too, so they volunteered to help shelter the kids underground. I’ve done stuff like this before, so I’m there, too. It’s just—” He leaned against you, and groaned. “It’s so much fucking work. Of course I’m gonna do it until they all find somewhere stable to stay, but I barely eat or sleep anymore. We, um—” he looked at you, and smiled sheepishly. “We need help. That’s the actual reason why I’m here, to see if you guys can pick out more city folks who are good at keeping secrets, and see if they want to volunteer.” He tapped a dirty fingernail against the glass of the jug. “I wish I really had come here for nothing but a drink of good water and a fresh meal.”

“It’s not actually fresh,” you confessed. “It’s mostly leftovers—”

“Oh,” he interrupted, “believe me, anything your two hands have scraped up is bound to be a zillion times better than what me’n the others have been eating. Speaking of which—” He kneaded one hand into his belly, which let out a desperate-sounding yowl in response.

“Oof,” you said, “you poor thing.”

“I feel like I’ve been hollowed out,” Ruggie grumbled.

“Here,” you said, opening a large clay dish, and lifted a flatbread out of it, straight onto your hand. You took up a spoon, the only utensil you had picked up in your haste, and used it to spread a layer of cheese onto the soft, doughy bread, before opening the third and final dish, a pot of beans and rice, and scooping some out into the middle. “Promise you won’t eat too fast,” you said, folding the whole thing up into a lumpy little wrap. “I don’t know what I’d do if you hurt your stomach from stuffing it too full.”

“Oh, c’mon,” Ruggie whined, “I’m not starving. I’m just… kinda…”

You raised your eyebrows.

“...Starving,” he finished.

“Please eat, then,” you said, trying to hold back a laugh.

Ruggie snatched the creation from you, eyes glittering in utter delight. Secretly, you had always adored watching Ruggie eat. He had shared snacks with you over the temple walls before, even been traded gifts of food from other people of the night atop your hallowed entryway steps, which he was always eager to devour right there. Now, as each time you had seen him eat in the past, his jaws parted wide, sharp teeth flashed, and he took his food down into himself with single-minded fervor.

Within seconds, your little flatbread had vanished, and a lopsided grin had washed over his face.

“Are you alright?” you said, running a hand up and down his bony spine. “You look almost too happy.”

“Yeah,” he replied, “I’m alright. How much’ve you… Wait. Hang on.”

You paused, and he paused, before raising one fist to his chest, and giving himself a hard thump.

A loud, brassy burp clattered out of him, dragging on a long few seconds, until you were a touch afraid your sleeping fellows downstairs might be able to hear. You blushed, embarrassed at how beautiful you found it.

Ruggie let out a coarse breath a moment later, face screwed up in discomfort.

“Fuck, there was a lotta empty air in there,” he whined. “I guess I’m glad that’s out.”

“How does your stomach feel?” you said softly.

Heaving another breath, Ruggie gave his belly a prod with his fingertips. “Kinda terrible,” he said. “Here, why don’t I—” He picked up the jug of water again, and took a long chug.

“That should help,” you said. “Again, don’t go too fast.”

He set the jug down again, and expelled a long, gurgling noise from his gullet, which you were not sure was a sigh, a burp, or some stormy mingling of both. “Y’know?” he said, “Never mind! I am starting to feel a lot better.”

“I’m so glad!” you said, and, emboldened, gave him a one-armed squeeze.

“I will take more food, though,” he added, and kicked his legs against the bottom of the bench.

This, you thought as you folded another flatbread, was closer to the Ruggie you knew. Hopefully, with a little more nourishment inside him, he would have his energy, wits, and roguish passion back in no time.

“You’re seriously the best,” he said, taking the little package of food from you. “Why don’t you just keep ‘em coming?” He gave his belly a smack. “Heck if I haven’t got room for a boatload more.”

Happy to oblige him, you continued piling the flatbreads with cheese, beans, and rice as he ate.

Before you noticed, he had utterly lost himself in his food, now and then swishing his tail and kicking his feet, even letting out little moans and whimpers of delight. If he did end up hurting himself with the amount he ate, you would be crushed with guilt. However, right now, watching him gorge himself in consummate bliss, you could not bring yourself to hold back.

Ruggie reached out to snatch the very last flatbread from you, and you noticed two grains of rice and a smear of gooey sauce stuck to his upper lip.

“Wait a moment,” you said, and lifted a napkin to Ruggie’s face, before wiping his lips off thoroughly.

His ears flattened, and he sputtered through your onslaught, “Hey—c’mon—”

Ruggie, the storied hero of your city, looked adorable as you cleaned him off. “Your face was dirty!” you chimed.

“Gimme that,” he said after you finished, and took the napkin from you. Carefully, he picked out both grains of rice, and swallowed them.

You frowned. “You… really are hungry, huh? You’ve almost cleaned out all this food, though; would you…”

Apprehensively, Ruggie set the dirty napkin down on the ceremonial table, and looked down at his gut. Beneath his loose black tunic, it was hard to see how full he looked from the outside.

You had never seen Ruggie get really stuffed before. Since he was so skinny and fit, and his appetite was so massive, you could only imagine how much food he could pack into himself on his best days.

Quickly, you quashed the train of thought. You were taking care of him right now, not indulging your own interest. “I think,” Ruggie said slowly, “the fullness hasn’t really caught up with me yet. My head and body are still in eating mode, if that makes any sense.”

You watched him dreamily. Even the most candid attendants in your temple did not usually talk about their bodily processes so openly.

Ruggie poked his belly, then gently tapped it with his fingertips. “I think,” he said, “in a minute or two, I’ll—UUURRRAAPPH!” The belch crashed out of him, and he nearly doubled over his own stomach, and when he straightened up, he was rubbing his belly firmly and fondly, his bandana and a few locks of his bangs knocked askew. “There it is,” he said, and something in his voice sounded more resonant, open-throated. “Felt that one. Good to know everything’s moving around in there like it should be, right?” He snickered, and his belly gave an accompanying glorp.

“You sure everything’s good?” you asked, unable to hold back a smile of your own.

“Oh, yeah,” Ruggie said. “I feel alive again. Gettin’ a teeny bit full, too! Still got all kinds of room, though, so, uh, may I?” He reached out for the bread pocket in your hands.

“Go right ahead, if you can handle it,” you said, passing it to him.

He immediately bit in. “Mmm, yes!” he said with his mouth full. “This tummy’s begging for more.” Seconds later, he had devoured the whole thing, and was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You know,” you said, “though this is all the prepared leftovers we had on hand, we should still have some other raw stuff in the pantries. I could see if we have some fruit.”

“Would that be okay?” he said, raising his eyebrows. “I mean, you guys gotta eat, too—”

“Of course!” you said. “The others will know from the missing leftovers that I had somebody to feed tonight, and they’ll understand that it took a little more than what was available to get the job done. We are a temple, after all. It’s our job to be here for the people.”

“O-Okay!”

“While I’m getting that, here—” You handed him the spoon. “There’s plenty more rice and beans left in the pot. Some cheese, too; feel free to finish it.”

Ruggie grinned, and took the spoon from you. “Thanks,” he said, “mind getting me some more water, too?”

You left him reaching for the remaining leftovers, greed sparkling in his eyes. His appetite was truly astounding. You could not help but admire it, quickly convincing yourself that what enthralled you was seeing him recover and nourish himself, nothing more. It was thoroughly normal to enjoy watching one’s friends eat, you reasoned, as you arrived at the kitchen and began sorting through the pantry.

In a bowl, you picked a bunch of grapes from a large basket, then paused. You had to save some for the temple. Thinking back to him, however, you knew Ruggie would likely consume everything you brought. Your dashing little rogue was a bottomless pit.

Hurriedly, you grabbed some more grapes, leaving about half of the basket left full. Then, you filled a canteen to the brim from a tapped jug of coconut water. Hopefully this would be enough for Ruggie.

Hopefully, he had already begun to fill up.

When you slipped back into the ceremonial chamber, your hopes were duly, outstandingly fulfilled.

Ruggie had stretched over the length of the bench, one hand tucked beneath his head, the other on his belly, rubbing lightly, almost gingerly in wide circles. His belly itself, you could see now, poked upwards beneath his clothes, distended paunch growing clearer with each smoothing caress of his hand.

His eyes were closed, and he only cracked one open when he heard your footsteps and the sound of your dishes upon the table.

As if in greeting, his stomach let out a deep burble.

“Heya!” he chirped, attempting to leap upright, but flopping back down the moment his chest crunched against the bloat of his gut. “Hc-URrp—Sorry,” he said, before letting out one of his characteristically sibilant snickers. “I think I ate a little too fast just now. Turns out you were-urRP-playing a pretty important role, there, packing the food up for me and controlling how fast I packed it away.” He gave his belly a pat, and it responded with a churning growl, causing him to frown and shift atop the bench’s blanket. “I’ll—” He paused to let a deep burp rumble out from between two fluttering lips. “Mm—I’ll be fine, though. I used to gorge myself way crazier than this, back before I stuck myself underground with all those kids. I’m fine.”

You looked down at the foods you had just now brought him. “I got coconut water instead of regular,” you said slowly. “Would that be too much for—”

“Oh, no way,” he said, eyes going round. “That’s better; did you get—” He propped himself up on an elbow, and glanced at the food. “Grapes? These look awesome!”

You smiled. “You were just complaining you had eaten too much!”

He rubbed his mouth off with his hand, and struggled to a seated position. “Actually,” he said, “I said I ate too fast.” He grinned at you, ears perking up. “If you wanna feed me until I really can’t eat a bite more, you’re gonna need way more than this. I might end up eating you out of house and—uh, temple and home that way, though, and I don’t wanna do that. I’m grateful for all this stuff, I promise.”

You resumed your seat on the bench, feeling yourself relax alongside him. Out of all the denizens of the night you kept company with for this job, Ruggie was quite possibly your favorite.

“Alright,” you said, “we can save a feast like that for another day.”

“Can’t wait,” Ruggie said, plucking a grape from the bunch, and popping it into his mouth.

You watched him briefly chew, then gulp it down his throat before his eyes popped open wide.

“You okay—?”

“Yeah,” he replied, “I just—probably shouldn’t’ve—mmgh!” He grabbed you with one hand, and clutched his tummy with the other as he canted forward. A wet, gurgling burp lurched out of him, once again so brassy and loud that you feared for the slumber of those downstairs.

He sighed, hard and blissful, before blinking back at you. He let go of your arm, patting it sheepishly as he chuckled. “Sorry,” he said.

“Don’t be,” you replied. “Just… maybe don’t eat so fast—”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ruggie said. “I just gotta wait a minute before eating anything more, I think. I’m fine, I swear, but—”

“Well,” you said, “if you’re still having trouble, is there anything I can do to help?”

“I mean, yeah,” Ruggie said. He squirmed a little in his seat, pressing with his fingertips lower into his gut. “But I’m not gonna make you take care of me more than you already have.”

“Oh, c’mon,” you said, swatting his arm playfully. “I’m a temple attendant. I’ve gotta follow all the core tenets of this institution, and the main one is, y’know, to help people.”

Ruggie shrugged, smirking. “I’ll take advantage of that, then, if you’re so principled.��

“There you go,” you laughed.

“Alright,” Ruggie said. “Use your fist to hit right in the middle of my back, not too hard, but—”

Gently, you thumped him near the bottom of his ribcage. “There?”

“Yeah,” he purred, “a little lower, though—nope, a little higher, actually—ooh, that feels good—”

A loud snarl tore from Ruggie’s guts. “That’s good,” he repeated, before you had the chance to ask. With both hands, he pressed into his tummy, coaxing more whimpers and gurgles out of it.

“Things starting to move around in there?” you said.

“Yeah-urph—yeah,” Ruggie said. A moment later, his spine curled. “Ack—hang on—but don’t stop.”

You brought a second hand to his back, alternating soft pounds with both fists.

Ruggie grimached. “Hang on, hang on, just one more little—” He clenched his fingers. “Just a—BRAAAP!” Posture softening, he smiled. “There we go. Thanks.”

“Any time,” you said, flattening your hand to softly stroke him.

“I’m feeling a lot better,” Ruggie said, a happy looseness to his voice. “Really good, actually.”

You smiled back. “Ready to fit some more into that noisy tummy?”

As if hearing its name, his belly gave a sweet little babble.

“You bet,” said Ruggie, and reached for the canteen of coconut water, taking a swig so big it looked desperate.

Lifting it from his lips, he let out a loud, wet sigh. “You really are the best, you know,” he said. “You gotta be careful, or I’ll start coming here to eat more ‘n more often, until I never leave.”

This was a joke, but it only made you smile wistfully. Of course you would be thrilled for his company if he lived here. Ruggie, on the other hand, had too much to do, too many people he cared about, a thousand errands to run for reasons bigger than you, the most fundamental of which was his own survival. Your position as a common attendant at the city’s main temple also involved looking after the public, but yours was a more passive beholdenness—you were not sure if Ruggie wanted to settle down.

“Hey,” Ruggie said with his mouth full, “since you’re offering, can I ask for something kinda strange? You can say no, I mean.” He swallowed his mouthful of grapes, and reached for another gulp of coconut water.

“No harm in asking,” you said mildly.

“Could you rub my tummy while I’m eating?” he said. “Not, like, my upper stomach. I don’t wanna get all sick ‘n burpy, but a little lower. Just to, um…” He scratched his ear. “Make my belly feel nice.” He glanced up at you, eyes wide. “As I said, you can say no—”

“Why would I?” you chuckled. “Giving you a little tummy rub is the least this humble servant can do.”

“Oh, do not say that,” Ruggie said, adjusting his scarf with one hand as he reached for more grapes with the other. “You’re just my friend, okay? I know you’ve got your whole ecclesiastical duty thing, but—ooh!”

As he spoke, you had slipped a hand beneath his skinny arms, and pressed the lower part of his belly, just as he had asked.

“That’s perfect,” Ruggie mewled, leaning a degree forward into your touch.

“Good,” you said. “You’ve been working so hard lately; if you can relax and feel at peace, that means I’m doing my job.”

“Oh, believe me,” he said, and punctuated his sentence with a proud burp. “I’ll happily relax when you’re pampering me like this. You don’t need to worry about me, promise.”

“Ruggie,” you said over the sound of his still-ravenous crunching, “you literally showed up collapsed on the temple steps. You’ll forgive me if I’m a little worried about you.”

His stomach gave a small thrum of vibration as he swallowed. “Alright,” he said, “you got me there.” He placed the clean-plucked stem of grapes back into the bowl. “But I’m feeling way better now!” Awkwardly, at first, he pulled you into a one-armed hug. “That food was great, and you’ve been so nice—you’re being so nice.”

You gave his tummy a poke.

“Hey!” Scowling, but seemingly unable to stop, he took another grape from the bowl, crushed it once between his teeth, and swallowed it whole.

“I’m relieved you’re feeling better,” you said, watching as he devoured more in the same manner. “You’re always welcome here, you know.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he replied, grabbing a fistful more. “Duty to the common people, and all that—”

“Personally, too!” you retorted. “I like seeing you. I’d be happy to do this again—Uh, preferably without the you-almost-starving part.”

“I told you, I wasn’t—”

“You know what I mean,” you said. “Keep yourself well for me, okay?” You reached for the last bunch of grapes from the bowl, and handed one to him after plucking it off.

Ruggie popped it into his mouth, and rubbed his belly fondly as he ate. “No guarantees,” he said through his chewing. He swallowed, and grinned at you. “Especially not if getting in rough shape lands me this kind of treatment.”

You took off another grape, and Ruggie opened his mouth expectantly.

Blinking, you were caught off guard by this action, but understood it immediately, and dropped the grape into his mouth. “Hey,” you said, “no distracting me—”

“What?”

“I was going to reply,” you said, and suddenly froze up. Your hands flew back to their work at the grapes, and you fed him another. “I was gonna say,” you said shyly, “that you don’t have to fall over just to get me to feed you. You can just ask.” You swallowed dryly. “I mean, does it look like I’m just taking care of you ‘cause it’s my duty? I’m happy to do it, you know.”

Ruggie gave a soft snicker, and leaned against you. “Man,” he said, “no need to be sappy. You’re already spoiling me with food; the niceness is just overkill at this point.” He paused, weight warm and heavy at your side. “Ooh,” he said, “this does feel good, though. I think I, um…” He blinked slowly, ears pushing back as he stifled a yawn. “Do you mind if I lie down for a bit? I’m just a little sore all over from working so damn much.”

“You’ve still got a few more grapes left to eat,” you reminded him.

“I still want ‘em, just—”

“Lay your head on my lap,” you said, “and I’ll feed them to you.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Ruggie obeyed, tucking his legs up onto the bench and nestling his head into your lap as you made room for him by your side. “I feel like a prince, or something,” he mumbled.

“I’m sure you’d make a great one,” you said, gently placing a grape into his mouth.

“Maybe,” he replied, “but then I wouldn’t be able to come here whenever I want.”

You smiled. He relaxed as he ate, shifting, stretching atop your lap. His belly was markedly exposed, and, unable to help yourself, you reached a hand down to rub him there, smoothing out the rumples in his tunic, feeling the places where the food made his stomach bulge, and the little rumblings all over as he digested.

He took the last grape from you with his eyes shut, moaning slightly as he ate.

You told him so gently, petting his stomach as he swallowed: “That’s all of them. Are you satisfied? Want any more coconut water?”

“‘M good,” Ruggie said, and cuddled slightly into your lap. “Nice ‘n satisfied…” As he wiggled his body down into you and the blanket, a little burp escaped him. You supposed even dashing rogues like Ruggie had to unwind sometimes. He looked cute this vulnerable, trusting you in a way that few of your nocturnal friends might ever be comfortable with.

“You can sleep here if you want,” you told him. “I can set you up with a cot. You deserve a good, long rest before going back.”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” Ruggie said over the sound of a low grumble from his belly. “Not until—hic-mmrp—a little bit later, though. I don’t wanna move, ‘n I really don’t want you to stop rubbin’ my tummy…”

You chuckled, and continued to stroke him, running your free hand through his flaxen hair. “Alright,” you said. “Take some time to digest.”

“Yeah,” Ruggie said, and took a heavy breath. “I feel so good…”

You gave his belly a soft caress. “You deserve it.”

#moray writes #burping

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